So I broke down and went to my first class reunion last weekend…okay it was my third-fifth class reunion, just the first one I’ve ever really attended. I went to the fifth, but stayed twenty minutes and left. It felt like high school and I didn’t need that again. It is so interesting to see that little microcosm of society! For the most part, everyone has stopped worrying about “who is better than” and “who has more,” yet there were those “select” few. You know, the “ones” who still talk to the only the other “ones.” And they look around the room making eye contact with rest of us lowly minions, thinking that we are pining for their attention. I noticed them about a half an hour before I left…and I was there five hours. Someone I was talking to pointed it out to me, so I paid attention. I realized that there was this “group of four,” not including their very uncomfortable spouses, who were having a very difficult time getting the rest of the mingling crowd to pay attention to them. They tried a lot of things: they laughed very loudly, then looked around to see who noticed; they all walked to the bar together giggling at whatever, pretending not to look around; and they did the same on their social visit to the restroom. Their extreme disappointment when no one cared what they did was evident…everyone else had moved on…had grown up…had seemingly left them behind.
It really was good to see people again. I wish that more people attended, but who am I to talk, it took thirty-five years for me to attend! I realized when I got there that I miss the friends I made in high school. I haven’t seen most of them for thirty-five years. It isn’t anyone’s fault, life just happens. I never felt like I fit in then; after this weekend, I know it doesn’t matter anymore. That is a refreshing feeling. It is sad that it took thirty-five years for me to feel that way, yet it is great that it happened at all! I also realized how truly blessed I am to have reconnected with the friends I have since moving back to my hometown. They have made this transition so much better. I would be lost without them. It is good to have this time in my life to reflect on what is important and what is valuable; what is lasting and what is true; what is golden and what is treasured.