I received the letter in the mail inviting me to my high school’s 15-year reunion. I had to double check that it had actually been 15 years. I don’t have the best memories from high school so I wasn’t even sure if I was going to make the trip back home to see a bunch of people that I didn’t talk to anymore.
After escaping high school l, graduated college, then grad school and found a job that I’m good at and pays well enough. Backtracking 15 years to rub elbows with people that didn’t like me then and will probably resent me now.
So why did I go? Part of me wanted to rub it in their faces. Part of me wanted to see the real life version of Facebook, the ones with rapidly receding hair lines, the ones who grew their beer bellies in collegiate drinking competitions, and the ones who peaked in high school.
Before I knew it my flight home and hotel were booked for that weekend in June. I spent most of the flight wondering who else would show up to this thing. Undoubtedly all the cool kids from high school would be there. But all the others like me are more or less a coin flip.