Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Here we are now, entertain us.

I just got an invitation to my highschool reunion. (EEEP!) I don't know what to do. A bit of backstory: in highschool, I was the kid who was on the periphery, never in the "cool" group, but kind of pals (maybe) with a few folks who were hangers-on of the cool group. I had my own little ragtag group of friends and was quite content. Sure, I never went to the prom, but I've had a pretty good life, ever-grateful that i did not peak in the 12th grade.

Here's the thing, the guy who sent me the evite, nay, forwarded the evite email to me, is someone who made fun of me in highschool and was (is?) a real idiot. Perhaps he's changed over the years, perhaps they've all changed over the years...I don't know. The question is, do I care enough to find out? Do I go to this reunion and hob-nob with folks who wouldn't lower themselves to speak to me when we were trapped in a classroom together?

I feel a little sick at the thought of going. Is it from anxiety or excitement? Sure, I'd love to see how much hair some my former classmates have lost, how many of them have huge bags under their eyes from chasing their 28 children, and how many of them are raging alcoholics. The temptation is great but the folly could be even greater. There was a girl named Nerrylee whose eyes I'd still love to claw out if she hasn't been taken down by someone in the 'real world' already. Hmmm...

Gentle Readers-----HELP!

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

I am faced with the same prediciment this summer. I think I've decided on waiting until 20 before I go. Unfortunately, I am in the city where I graduated from, so I see these people often. Do I really need to spend $80 to see people that I could see for free? Good luck with your decision.
K in LR

tiny robot said...

Wow, our shindig is only $35, which includes "dinner, a drink ticket, and a band." I assume the band is of the musical variety but it could be one of those cheesy Lance Armstrong bands one wears on one's wrist...

Anonymous said...

I went to my five year reunion but I was in a very small school with a very close class. I actually had a wonderful time! For the ten, I'm bringing my best friend (again) but this time we are going to announce that we are lovers. hehehehehehe, funny. Bottom line: do you think you will have fun?

~The Booklahver

tiny robot said...

Fun? Not a clue. There will be a cash bar and of course I'll have my hip flask, but it might just dissolve into a "bad trip" so to speak.

My class was close, just not with me, hence my trepidation.

Decisions, decisions! Maybe I'll just throw a house party that weekend and hang out with people that I like and that I'm pretty sure like me. No travel, no faux nostalgia and no cash bar required. :-)

Anonymous said...

Opt for the house party. Invite over people you WISH had gone to high school with you. Pull out your yearbook and make fun of the people you didn't like. And make Melinda pull out her yearbook and make fun of Skeletor.

Jennifer Wilson said...

I got in the cycle of going to my h.s. reunions but wish that I had not. I vote no. Not worth the hassle.

tiny robot said...

Thanks, everyone.

I figured if I was having this much anxiety just thinking about the stupid "reunion" that the amount I'd have the day of would be too much.

Reunited and it feels so good---I don't think so. :-)

Anonymous said...

Just discovering the Neuticles fun - thanks for having me.

Next month is my 20th HS reunion. I have attended no other post-grad functions, figuring I'd meet everyone again eventually, pinned down in a trench somewhere in Afghanistan or Oceania or whoever we're at war with presently. Having the reunion at a safe distance from me (back in Oregon) probably makes it look more attractive than it will be, for all the reasons posted here. I will say that I've talked to some folks via email this summer that I haven't seen during most or all of the last 20 years, and it's been fine, even fun. Email provides me that sense of control and the aloof that makes me look dead sexy in any relationship; high school would have been a lot better had it been available then. In any case, I'm not going, but I understand the rubber-necking urge to do so.

Oh, and get this: out of a class of 224, only 55 people have been located and 32 committed to attending the reunion. In this day and electronic age, you can only find 25% of a graduating class? Looks like my Afghanistan theory might not be so far-fetched...

Anonymous said...

You know some people have a lot of regrets. I don't even know who you are but it is obvious that I have hurt you in some real and lingering way. I pray that you will forgive me. The reality is that no matter how cool or whatever you thought I was, I was really miserably lost. My journey did not end in high school. I thankfully did not remain the same girl who you thought needs her eyes clawed out. I am now a Christian who would rather die than to hurt anyones feelings. Please, mark whatever I did up to stupidity and peer pressure. If you can't forgive me,I do understand but I have done my best to set it straight. God's richest blessings.