I've never had a high school reunion, or never been invited. But I can only view these cliché events as more of opportunity to check out and compare yourself to your old classmate's successes over the years.
I imagine myself being the wallflower as I used to be, but this time trying to find a nook to hide in. Hear the exciting tall tales of trips to Hawaii while viewing stock photos you recognize while scanning tropical pics on Google Images, and witnessing dramatic body alterations of those who once bullied you, signs they had less self confidence than you. Makes you feel all gooey and warm inside that karma is now catching up. Of course, the karma is only realized by you as the original word stabbers regurgitate their cruel smites, often with no instigation or evidential memory inducer produced in the photo they are commenting on. It begs the question deeper into your mind. WHY? Why is placing an adhesive strip in my tresses so titillating? Why are you reminiscing when the persons you are glancing at have nil to do with your nonsensical prank?
And, ah, yes, I remember you. You were not exactly my friend, now were you. You hung out with the very people who swirled spirals in everyone's eyes and prompted admiration. But I do know you were not the evil one. We 2 seem to have things in common and it's really a shame that we weren't good friends in school. Missed opportunity that was sacrificed in the name of popularity. Or was it? Hello! I gave you the digits to get ahold of me on that device best used to contact people who are not present in the same building. Why is it that I call and you never answer or check your voice mail? Each time. I assume you are not sincere in any desire to befriend me so I shall end this ferris wheel right here.
Going back to the beginning, I stated I have never been to a high school reunion. Nor do I want to be invited. However there is a place where you can find out where your old school mates have ended up and, trust me, not everyone grows up at the same rate. Some are slower than others. Some never learn. Some show their true colors. I'm talking about a little place called Facebook and, yes, those are all situations I've been in while looking up and contacting old peers. Who needs to go to another uncomfortable, awkward formal where the only outcome is me being snubbed and alienated for a 3rd time.