Yes, I think I've finally come to grips with it. The past is, well, in the past. My clique of old school friends has dwindled, everyone has grown up and moved on with their own lives. The only two that remain are my good friend MB and myself. There was another MB in our group, but he has split off, living a whole other world, an hour or so away, and kudos to him. The others, the others are relatively near, and the three of them, they still remain close knit, they see each other regularly, they choose to exclude MB and myself. Despite various efforts to reconnect and bring the circle back together, the three have remained on their own, without any true interest to intermingle.
I suppose this is the way of life, growing up. Things change, people change, situations change. In my naive teenage mind, a decade ago, I had hopes that things wouldn't really change this much, that this situation wouldn't have happened. But in the back of my mind, in that grown up, recessed, dark corner of my mind, I sort of knew, things were going to change drastically.
And now with a ten year high school reunion coming up in a few weeks, I find myself sitting on the fence as to whether or not I want to attend. I find that only MB and I are the only ones considering it. It appears that the majority of the people going are the douche bags we never spoke to while we were in school. So why would we want to pay to spend an evening with these people now? Maybe said douche bags are no longer douchey, or maybe they are douchier than ever. I suppose there's only one way to find out.
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