Life Is Ironic

After months of procrastinating, today I finally got around to starting my blog about the mid-life crisis I am pretending not to have.  And isn’t it ironic that as I began the process our mail was delivered … and in it was an invitation to my — THIRTY YEAR high school reunion!  That isn’t possible!  It is a mistake … it must have been intended for one of my older siblings!  But no, there it sits staring back at me with my name on it.  And worse yet – as I read the invitation I found I could not even remember the person coordinating it.  Who is she?  Did she graduate with ME?  I have never heard of her.  And really I am not SO OLD that I should be forgetting high school classmates already … am I??

At least I have no dilemma as to whether I should go or not.  I am terribly unsentimental about some things and have no desire to dwell on my adolescence or acquaintances from thirty (?) years ago.  But just the same, I find myself glancing at the invitation and at the website address where I can go to look up old classmates.  And sort of just … wondering ….   

 

3 Responses to “Life Is Ironic”

  1. jo

    In light of the fact that you are six days my senior, it’s not surprising that our “getting really old” experiences run parallel. Yep….got my 30-year reunion card in the mail two weeks ago. Wait, I just returned from the 20-year reunion. Oh I remember the ones in charge mentioned on the card….only because they were in charge of everything in high school and the class’s “beautiful people”. I’m with you…I went back to look them up and with the exception of my closest high school friends, I could not remember who most of those people were. I was odd in high school anyway…most of my friends were older and went to other schools.
    I clearly remember the last reunion…glancing quickly at the name tags so I could pretend like I remembered the person trying to engage in conversation with me and vice versa, I’m sure, with drink in hand to take the edge off the discomfort of it all. Then the big, long, uninteresting explanation about who I married, then divorced, and how I ended up moving to Appalachia from the most perfect place in Northern California….and this time around, Oh God…..yep….remarried…nope didn’t change my name…work reasons…yep that’s my ex-husband’s last name…three step-sons…blah, blah, blah….well, it was great seeing you again….uh huh. Then there are those 20 menopausal pounds to lose, color the roots, wax the upper lip, etc….I didn’t have to worry about that at the last reunion!

  2. jo

    In light of the fact that you are six days my senior, it’s not surprising that our “getting really old” experiences run parallel. Yep….got my 30-year reunion card in the mail two weeks ago. Wait, I just returned from the 20-year reunion. Oh I remember the ones in charge mentioned on the card….only because they were in charge of everything in high school and the class’s “beautiful people”. I’m with you…I went back to look them up and with the exception of my closest high school friends, I could not remember who most of those people were. I was odd in high school anyway…most of my friends were older and went to other schools.
    I clearly remember the last reunion…glancing quickly at the name tags so I could pretend like I remembered the person trying to engage in conversation with me and vice versa, I’m sure, with drink in hand to take the edge off the discomfort of it all. Then the big, long, uninteresting explanation about who I married, then divorced, and how I ended up moving to Appalachia from the most perfect place in Northern California….and this time around, Oh God…..yep….remarried…nope didn’t change my name…work reasons…yep that’s my ex-husband’s last name…three step-sons…blah, blah, blah….well, it was great seeing you again….uh huh. Then there are those 20 menopausal pounds to lose, color the roots, wax the upper lip, etc….I didn’t have to worry about that at the last reunion!

  3. jo

    In light of the fact that you are six days my senior, it’s not surprising that our “getting really old” experiences run parallel. Yep….got my 30-year reunion card in the mail two weeks ago. Wait, I just returned from the 20-year reunion. Oh I remember the ones in charge mentioned on the card….only because they were in charge of everything in high school and the class’s “beautiful people”. I’m with you…I went back to look them up and with the exception of my closest high school friends, I could not remember who most of those people were. I was odd in high school anyway…most of my friends were older and went to other schools.
    I clearly remember the last reunion…glancing quickly at the name tags so I could pretend like I remembered the person trying to engage in conversation with me and vice versa, I’m sure, with drink in hand to take the edge off the discomfort of it all. Then the big, long, uninteresting explanation about who I married, then divorced, and how I ended up moving to Appalachia from the most perfect place in Northern California….and this time around, Oh God…..yep….remarried…nope didn’t change my name…work reasons…yep that’s my ex-husband’s last name…three step-sons…blah, blah, blah….well, it was great seeing you again….uh huh. Then there are those 20 menopausal pounds to lose, color the roots, wax the upper lip, etc….I didn’t have to worry about that at the last reunion!

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