I am missing my high school reunion this weekend.
I won't mention which one, but there is a "4" and a "0" somewhere in the number. But least you think you have just guessed my age, you haven't. (not exactly, anyway) It's a long story.
Anyway, I am not going, and I have never gone to any of my reunions. Not one.
Why? "It's complicated". Even after having gone to my spouse's reunion (there's a blog post about that somewhere) I am still not going.
First, high school was not exactly the high point of my life. Second, in all honesty, there are very few people I went to high school with that I care to 'reunite" with. Lest I sound too anti social, I can point out that my high school graduating class (we are talking New York City here) had more people in it than many high schools around here have total students. Shy and not a beauty, I wasn't exactly Miss Popularity.
Most of the people I've wanted to keep in touch with, I've kept in touch with. I suspect the few who have disappeared aren't going to the reunions, either.
For whatever reason, this reunion is being held in Florida. I guess they figure enough of us have ended up there. It may have been a nice escape from winter (such as winter has been this year), but even that couldn't get me to attend.
I will be visiting one of my classmates tomorrow. The fact that I can make this visit has made me very happy that I decided not to sign up. This is a special visit, and I'll blog more about it tomorrow.
Have you gone to your high school reunions? Or have you passed? If you went, were you happy you went? If you didn't, were you happy that you didn't?