Last Thursday I had a very interesting evening. I had organized a casual ‘reunion’ for people who went to the same prep school I did, twenty-five+ years ago. A few of us did get together in February and enjoyed ourselves, so we thought of doing it again, hoping we’d be more than four people present. We were. Twenty of us showed up this time. What an evening!
Some people didn’t remember me, no surprise there, I was quite the wallflower back then, plus I was good in school and didn’t date, so… not really a “popular” combo. Despite my dislike of those years and apprehension, I actually had a good time seeing these people again. It was fun to see how much the guys did change, so much more than any of the girls there. The hair loss does a major number on many of them, unlike women who often will only get thicker. It felt nice to reminisce about so-and-so, and that guy who made out with this girl, etc. I must say I really did enjoy myself. It was nice to catch up with most, and interesting to see how some people just opened up about what they’ve been up to. Some of the people present graduated two years ahead of me. Back then, those two years made such a big difference. Last Thursday not so much.
I’m already receiving request to organize the next one. I will, some time this summer. I’ve been in contact, thanks for Bacefook, with a guy who used to be two years ahead of me and for whom I had a major crush. He now lives in TX and is planning to visit this summer. A perfect occasion to combine seeing him and other schoolmates, don’t you think?
Throughout the evening I noticed how some people might look different a little, but their demeanours were just the same… once a bitch always a bitch type of thing. It was funny to see how the older crowd would look at us (which were the main group) and leaned in to each other, sort of felt like high school again, except that now I didn’t care. I also blatantly realised how some (not to say most) people really don’t listen to others. It’s all about them. At first I thought it might be nerves, then I thought maybe it’s the alcohol but then came to the conclusion they just don’t listen but they sure enjoy the sound of their voices.
Someone made a comment about how good my memory was, because I remembered a lot of the names. It is, but it is also because for many years I’ve been listening and watching people. I still do. Plus, I’ve never really drank nor did drugs, so… I’d say that would help a little. Some may think it’s boring, I don’t. I’m naturally crazy, can let go easily and outgoing, despite my liking to people watch.
It must be a sign that I’m getting older this need to reconnect with people from my youth… the reminiscing, the trips down memory lane, but whatever the reason why, I had fun and for that I’m thankful.
*Quote from Alphonse Karr