Yesterday was my 25th high school reunion, back in NJ. I chose not to attend. In fact, I've never attended a single reunion -- high school, college, graduate school, or otherwise.
I'm not sure why that is. I'd love to say that it's because I'm a person who's grounded firmly in the present, but that would be a lie. Because of my RA, I find that I play the equivalent of "Life Twister," with one foot in the green past -- remembering and grieving the things that "used to be," one foot in the red present -- thinking about and acting on what I can do now, and one arm in the yellow future -- uncertain of what I'll be able to do in years to come.
Reunions would require me to play an entirely different game of Twister -- one I'm not sure my physical (or psychological) abilities would allow. I mean, think of all those hands that would have to be shaken. Eek!
Certainly, I'm interested in how people's lives turned out. And if someone could just churn out a booklet containing a few lines about how each of the 651 members of my graduating class turned out, I'm sure I'd devour it greedily.
Since that will never happen, however, I'll just have to rely on my childhood BFF for a report on our reunion.
It's a lot easier than playing a new game of Twister.
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