Donning my name tag I began to move about the crowd looking for familiar faces, names, anything. Boy, did I feel awkward.
A couple of weeks ago I was notified of my high school 30th class reunion (the one I actually graduated from – see post Class Reunion). Ok…I should go check it out. I met up with a good friend of mine and we went together.
I attended this same class reunion for the 20 year version. I must have forgotten what that was like or I would not have gone to this one.
So as I was making the rounds reading people’s names, and they mine, there was this moment of silence and a look of non-recognition on both our faces. “No I don’t remember you,” and moving on… After about an hour of this I sat and crowd watched. It was then I realized that I didn’t fit in with any of these people in high school and I still didn’t fit in with them now. What was I thinking? There was no one there I wanted to see much less have a conversation with. So I left. It wasn’t that no one remembered me, because two actually did. But the people there were not my people…not the handful of people I ran with in high school. Sitting there I had the same lonely feeling I had back then. I wasn’t part of the “in” crown or the “out crowd”. I was just one in the crowd.
So now I have this dilema…I still have another class reunion in August to go to (the high school I didn’t graduate from). Basically this would be my old neighborhood kids from grade school. I was kind-of looking forward to that one. Should I go? If so, I intend to drag my husband with me so if I get that awkward feeling, again, we will at least have a date night out of the deal.
A week ago I heard Jase on Duck Dynasty say this about attending his class reunion, “If I haven’t talked to you in 20 years there has to be a reason why.” Well said and I am just saying it too!