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Originally Posted by BDPpartner
My father recently had a class reunion and it the days leading up to it he was stressed and volatile ! The only people that class/school reunions benefit are the so called popular kids, the look at me types who really just revel in making others feel inferior and who spend their whole lives eating out on their stories of the glory days. So to hell with them your not their to help fuel their self worth. You have lived the life you have and nothing short of a time machine can change that and I am positive that some of your days have been nothing short of living hell but you came through all of those and can do it again ✊
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It's strange for me to look at the photos on the 'net from my 30th high school reunion. I know that half of them went on to major seminary and that maybe half of those became priests but since there were only two at the 30th reunion wearing clericals I've no idea who stayed in, who got married, etc. It doesn't seem so much like it's the "popular" kids that never miss these things (because I fit that sobriquet more than anyone) but rather the guys who, as you say, have "spent their whole lives eating out on their stories of the glory days." There are people in my "semi-hometown," where I live now, who really went overboard with it. People that I knew in grammar school who went to the same high school and never left. Two of them died in their 40's of alcoholism.
My main reason that I would never attend any kind of reunion is because of vanity – I look like a monster and my success came to an end 19 years ago.
With a few exceptions – normal exceptions – the first 38 (to be precise) years of my life were great. Mother died when I was 4, didn't get on with my stepmother, my dad died when I was in my mid-20's, just normal gut-punches. Christmas of 1996, five months before my wife used the word 'divorce,' was the best ever. Christmas of 1997, my first ever spent alone, was mind-shattering.
I'm thankful for those 38 years, but the good memories hurt, too. Can't seem to catch a break.
This conversation has been good for me, surprisingly. Instead of bad nostalgia, it's sparked good memories that were never overshadowed by bad.
Over the past week, I think, I've been slipping out of my hypergraphia. My output has become normal and, worst of all, the words aren't coming so easily or so quickly. I'm going to hate to lose it. I'll need to get in touch with my hypergraphia doc.
It's late but I don't know if I'll be able to sleep. Just so sad right now. Not sure why, really.