"I know why you skipped town last weekend," says Matt.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, your high school reunion, right?"
"How on earth did you know that?"
"They were meeting at the other place I work."
"But how did you know that group was my group?"
"Because on Saturday, two women came in asking for you and said they had dated you in high school."
"Two women dated me? That's like my whole high school dating scene! Heh, heh. Not really....well close....So were they a wild and crazy crowd?"
"Well, normally when I leave work, it's pretty quiet, but they seemed to just be ramping up.'
"Yep, that's them. Bend High School class of 1971; a wild and crazy bunch."
My best friend from high school, Wes, and his wife, Ev, came over Friday night before we left. I'm curious what happened to all my classmates, but not enough to go to a reunion.
What amazes me is that none of them seemed aware at the time of my wraithlike existence as a senior. I was suffering severe depression and avoiding most human contact. But in the immortal words of Buffy, the Vampire Slayer: "In high school, everyone is too worried about themselves to notice what's happening to everyone else."
Anyway, one of the ways that I got over my depression was to put the past into the past and stop thinking about it, and stop raising associations with those down times. It pretty much worked; so I see no good reason to go against that now.
I've gotten over all the anger and resentment I felt at the time. But I haven't quite got over the awkwardness of the whole scene, you know?
"Oh?"
"Yeah, your high school reunion, right?"
"How on earth did you know that?"
"They were meeting at the other place I work."
"But how did you know that group was my group?"
"Because on Saturday, two women came in asking for you and said they had dated you in high school."
"Two women dated me? That's like my whole high school dating scene! Heh, heh. Not really....well close....So were they a wild and crazy crowd?"
"Well, normally when I leave work, it's pretty quiet, but they seemed to just be ramping up.'
"Yep, that's them. Bend High School class of 1971; a wild and crazy bunch."
My best friend from high school, Wes, and his wife, Ev, came over Friday night before we left. I'm curious what happened to all my classmates, but not enough to go to a reunion.
What amazes me is that none of them seemed aware at the time of my wraithlike existence as a senior. I was suffering severe depression and avoiding most human contact. But in the immortal words of Buffy, the Vampire Slayer: "In high school, everyone is too worried about themselves to notice what's happening to everyone else."
Anyway, one of the ways that I got over my depression was to put the past into the past and stop thinking about it, and stop raising associations with those down times. It pretty much worked; so I see no good reason to go against that now.
I've gotten over all the anger and resentment I felt at the time. But I haven't quite got over the awkwardness of the whole scene, you know?