A High School reunion? Hummm...

Not long ago I was added to a Facebook Messenger chat by old schoolmates looking to arrange a high school reunion at the request of an old teacher. Although I didn't join, I could still see the ongoing chat. That teacher was quite something. She could make the impossible happen. She couldn’t take a “no” for an answer. And I think that that was important to her. She was very intelligent and bubbly. Also, like all teachers are, usually, extremely organised. But I’m not going to psychologically analyse her.

The idea was to get all of those who participated in a Paris trip back in the 90s together again. If on one hand these reunions always seem to have the objective of gauging and comparing everyone's lives. But it can also be an opportunity to help our growth and come to terms that everyone's path is different and unique. Duh! Who am I kidding? We weren’t even friends! No, ta! I’m not that nostalgic... (Alert! Modern slang is about to be used.) I have always found high school reunions a bit cringe. The whole concept of meeting people that were mostly acquaintances just feels pointless. Because let’s face it, most of my best friends are my longtime friends already. And those are the ones I intend to keep.

“No, come! Let’s meet up over dinner! It’ll be fun, just like in the old times!” What does that even mean, let’s get drunk and do stupid things for the night? Let’s see who can wake up more embarrassed the following day?

I have no interest in the lives of people that I co-grew up with. At this stage of my life, very little can shock me, I have no empathy with narcissists and can’t be any less bothered about those people’s lives. Nor have I ever found that my life is in any way better or more interesting than anyone else’s or that living my life required someone’s scrutiny. Why would I allow myself to be put into that judgemental position? It’s just… No.

Four paragraphs did it. The message doesn’t need to be long. Just right.