Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Wow. You Look Exactly The Same As Your Yearbook Picture...

So I recently got invited to my high school reunion. The 10 year reunion. The reunion where people showing up are actually supposed to have some kind of legitimate livelihood, something to be proud of and likely a family on the way.

Well. Two out of three ain't bad, right?

I can't make it because I'll be working through the Thanksgiving holiday. I'm kind of bummed that I won't be able to go because I sometimes fantasize about the opportunity to catch up with all those people who wouldn't sit with me at lunch and find out if their lives are still really as great as I romanticized them to be. Very Romy And Michelle, right?

The reunion made a few questions percolate to the surface. A) Would people change enough to forget about the cliques and catch up with people they wouldn't even rub elbows with in the hallways? B) Would old classmates be overly critical ("So-and-so is only a paralegal!" "Poor what's-his-name. He's been through three divorces, and he's only 28.") about another's particular station in life?

I am pretty happy with the way my life is turning out. No doubt I've had my share of ups and downs (and they're all written about here, so there! to all the people who think I've got something to be embarrassed about!) but by in large I am very happy with the way my heart is turning out, and that's what really matters, right?

A blossoming career in television news is nothing to scoff at, either.

Anyway, I guess some crowded bar isn't really the place I go to get a reality check on my value in the world (which is kind of funny because that's how so many people spend every weekend night, including myself circa 2002). I feel good about myself when I walk out of church, I feel loved when I'm in the arms of my parents and I feel blessed any time I have the chance to spend a few minutes with a child.

God has done a lot to let me know I'm loved, I'm special and needed on this Earth.

That's the only reunion I really need.


Micah said...

I passed on the opportunity to go to my 10 year reunion last year:

A) I didn't really care for high school or the people there, outside of a select few
B) I'm not at a very "show-offy" point in my life
C) Because of A & B, I wasn't going to make the long-ass trip to VA

spydrz said...

Mine was over last T'giving weekend. No thanks, I wasn't dealing with that traffic. Besides, my folks were wintering Down Undah so they weren't there anyway. I'm glad I didn't go.