Who here doesn’t think that reunions are stressful? Reuniting with people that you haven’t seen for ten, fifteen, or twenty years…sheesh. Four years ago I went to my high school reunion, and it was funny because in one night I felt like I had lost all of the maturity I had gained in the ten years. Suddenly, I was high school Debbie again. There were moments in the evening when I felt like myself, but for the most part that 17 yr old girl had taken over my body.
Recently, I got a blast from the past phone call from a lady with whom I used to go to Air Cadets. Yes, I went to Air Cadets. For the four years (I think it was four) that I was in Cadets, I had the best time. For the most part, they were the people I hung out and partied with – not the high school people. Great fun, but I haven’t seen any of these people since I was seventeen! Actually, I was friends with one person for quite awhile after, but life happens and we drifted apart. Anyway, the person who called is trying to arrange a reunion. They had a small one last weekend, which I couldn’t attend because of the JFW event, but she’s trying hard to get more of us together. I want to go, but I also don’t. The concept is great. To get a bunch of old friends together, but…
Okay, I’ll spill it – the truth. Enough beating about the bush, because I was going to write about how I think reunions are silly, and how they serve no purpose except getting people together who no longer have anything in common. If I were to be honest, and not try to hide my feelings behind psycho babble then I would say…I’m INSECURE! News flash, I know. I just wrote out My Last Ten Years list, and it’s not filled with world travels and interesting careers. It’s filled with a marriage, kids, school stuff, moms groups, and therapy. Plus, the woman kindly just emailed a photo of the small group that had gotten together. They’re all thin and trendy looking. I’d like to say that they likely don’t have kids, but I can’t! They have kids AND they’re thin! I’m like sixty pounds overweight. I despise feeling like this, but there it is. I don’t want to see them because they’ll all be looking at me and thinking how fat I got. I might end up deleting this post. I’m not trying to host a pity party here. I KNOW that if I put on my best smile, and be myself, they’ll all like me for me…bla bla bla. Everyone changes, bla some more. As an overweight woman, I can’t help noticing people’s eyes when they look at me after they haven’t seen me for awhile.
If she arranges it, I’ll likely go. Unless there just happens to be something that I can’t get out of on that night.