The good and bad side of social media:
- Good: It makes it easier to find people you’ve lost contact with.
- Bad: It makes it easier for people you’ve lost contact with to find you.
When I moved to New England for 13 years, I ignored and deleted whatever emails I was getting from the high school reunion-obsessed woman who’s planned every reunion that I’m aware of. Eventually my email decided on my behalf that it was spam.
But, when I was still local, I attended the 10-year reunion, and there is very, very little that I recall about it. I don’t drink – ever – so that just means it was unremarkable. Ten years is short, and yet a lot can still happen during it. The basic Life Passage stuff: college, marriage, kids, etc. We even had some deaths. I’d finished college and had a “real” job by then, but not much else.
And now I’m older, and Reunion Lady found me on Facebook. Judging by the positions of the constellations in the sky, it turns out that we escaped high school 30 years ago. Okay, that’s a somewhat significant milestone. Something to consider.
Unlike my mother, I did not keep in contact with my classmates, barring one or two exceptions. Even during school, I hung out with the Juniors more than my “peers.” Seeing the names in the reunion group on Facebook, and having visited some of their pages, I barely recognize them, and not just because they’re older. So many of them were already strangers to me.
I was bullied, a lot, in high school. Ergo, I don’t have fond memories of, ah, certain people. I’ve been fat my entire life – and I mean overweight even straight from the womb – and that was just short of a death sentence in the place where I’d been expanding my mind and knowledge for four years. Maybe it still is at the same place, 30 years later. My niece attends it now; maybe she knows?
So why go, one might wonder? My answer is a shrug. It’s my answer for Why NOT to go, too. It’s the 30th one, I’m local again, so… Okay, I’ll see about dragging my 100% introverted ass to the venue, see if I recognize anyone, and hope that I don’t have a Liz Lemon experience there. If you don’t know what I mean, look for the “30 Rock” high school reunion episode. It is spectacular.
Now for my 30-year assessment. What’s changed and what hasn’t all these years. Don’t worry; major milestones only!
- Lived in another state
- Found a long-term job that has nothing to do with my degree or anything I’m interested in. It pays the bills
- Owned a house, then a condo
- Published four novels, and only just remembered that before posting this!
- Weight. Let me be more specific. I’m back to the weight I was while in high school. After college I gained even more and was obese. Now I’m back to fat. Hopefully the original bullies won’t notice or care
- Back in my home state
- Still read comic books
- Never married
- No kids
- Still act the same way at parties: I wander about aimlessly, picking at food, a little bit of chatting – an extended conversation if I’m lucky, and am generally bored and want to leave early. And WILL. NOT. DANCE. Not shy; I just don’t enjoy it.
So… Why did I enjoy the work bash (previous post) so much? Because I had something to do! I was playing in a rock band, fercryingoutloud. How much more “occupied” can you get?? And best of all, while behind the drums and/or singing, I didn’t have to mingle! Now that’s an introvert’s dream.
But if the response to my post in the HS reunion group is any indication, there will be no one else to rock with me. I’ve got drums and nowhere to go with them. A bunch of “likes” to the suggestion, but I have no one’s sword, bow, or axe. So I must gird my loins and be resolved to wandering about aimlessly, picking at food, and a little bit of chatting. I will not obsess about losing even more weight, or buy a dress or skirt, no heels, won’t do my hair, nor even put on makeup unless my nose is redder than usual. That’s never been “me” and never will be.
But this whole shebang ain’t ’til August. Yeah, after all that navel-gazing, you have to wait! Sorry. But I’ll let you know how it goes. Deal?