Posted by Simple Dude | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 28-09-2010
Last weekend I had my high school reunion. I wont get into how old I am or how many years… but just say it wasn’t our first reunion (and we didn’t have a 5 year) so you do the friggin’ math. I thought it would be an interesting experience, but really nothing all that special. Of course I thought it would make for some good material for this blog too… seeing the prom queen all bloated and saggy… the star quarterback bloated and bald. There is nothing quite like laughing at the misfortune of others.
But that didn’t happen. People generally looked pretty good, all things considered. Sure there were stories of divorce, some job loss and struggles to pay the bills, keep a roof over their heads and raise kids in this tough economy. But no outrageous stories… no one in jail, no one jumping off bridges, no gender benders. What the fuck?! Are we that common? I wanted some crazy shit! Some liquor stores getting robbed, some meth labs exploding, some “Big Love” style bigamy, some plastic surgeries gone bad. But no.. none of that.
We didn’t have a very big class for a city school, there was only about 150 of us. But still you’d think there would be something worthy of serious gossip. Uh uh. Unless there was a shit load of lying going on (very possible) everyone “grew up” to be pretty normal, responsible adults. And most of the cliques that existed back in ‘da day had all dissolved. The super stud was chatting with the nerdy girl. And the hot easy girl was talking up the math team geek. The whole “cats & dogs living together” thing. If you don’t get that reference, watch Ghostbusters dammit.
Sure some of the people I considered attractive in those days had become.. uhh.. less attractive. And others were obviously late bloomers. But in terms of attitude, there really wasn’t any. It was as if getting out into the real world humbled everyone. Life became the great equalizer, putting everyone on a much more even playing field. Personally I had good enjoyable conversations with people I didn’t give a fat flying fuck about just hours earlier.
I guess the moral of this story is if you’re debating going to a reunion, go ahead and give it a shot. Best case scenario you have a good experience as I did. Worst case scenario it’s not so fun and you’ll wish you would have stayed home watching reruns of Knight Rider in your underwear. Which is what I am going to do tonight.
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