Class Reunions
DO NOT open any e-mails from Classmates.com. Once you do your in for a unleashed fury of correspondences from people you didn’t want to talk to 30 years ago let alone talk to now. I fell for the curious “you have three people checking your profile” then after I fell for the trap and realized I never filled out a profile, they had me. Or should I say my e-mail address. With the people gathering information for my 30th year high school reunion flying around like buzzards around a cow carcass.
I immediately got an e-mail from one of the members of this committee. Starting off innocent enough with small talk a request if I new any others, I tried to politely back out. Then receiving more e-mails trying to get info like an old school detective working the swing shift trying to interrogate a two-bit hustler. Still not knowing what to expect, I briefly described that I had a couple of kids and married someone from the same class, blah, blah blah then it hit. They didn’t even acknowledge anything I wrote and instead went into a non-stop baggage dump of drunken husbands, never seeing each other, bad marriage, etc.
WOW! I started thinking, OK, how do I get out of this. I started wishing ‘lots of luck’, ‘I can’t make it cause I got to organize my sock drawer’, and ‘too busy to talk right now’. Then I just ended the last e-mail with the ‘keep in touch’. I don’t want to be mean or seem non-caring but what difference is a person I haven’t seen in thirty years any different from someone that I never met, shouldn’t there be a statute of limitations for knowing someone, unless you spent a ton of time with them not just one semester of English class, you should limit your gut spilling, heart wrenching, noose tying tirade.
Maybe I’m looking at this all wrong; it was the reunion itself that was all wrong. Everyone has issues in high school, people they hated, girls you liked but didn’t know you existed, embarrassing events and going through puberty all lead to four years for most people, couldn’t wait for it to be over. I for one, hated school and why the hell would I want to be reminded about it. It took the last 30 years to forget it! Now I have freaking nightmares of tests, goons, and not being liked by girls I just wanted to talk to. I should track that person down that e-mailed me and kick the crap out of her. Good for her drunken husband and lowly life, you were miss popular then and now your ‘wishing things were like your life’. Bullshit! What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, high school didn’t kill me (came close) but I new I wanted to make it better. Got the girl I wanted and it’s been perfect with two kids I appreciate a little more now.
I should start e-mailing all those losers and show them what a good life could be like except I don’t have the e-mail address to every white trash bar in Cicero. Reunion, my ass! In case you didn’t get my final RSVP, its drop dead!
Cazek
