If you’ve been my BFF for awhile, you might remember back when I contemplated going to my 20th high school reunion. I wrote a short and sweet post stating that I wasn’t going to go, but I really didn’t get into too many details about the “why”.
Here’s the thing, mostly I didn’t go because of that whole amnesia/car accident thing. While I’m sure a lot of us don’t remember things back in high school because of our age, I just seem to have lost more than most because of the accident.
Now, I have re-found a great group of girls from high school that I get together with frequently, and I’m building new friendships with them. So it’s not like I wouldn’t know anyone at the reunion, but still. I didn’t want to go. One of these girls (let’s just call her Noelle) was pretty damn adamant about me going to this year’s 25th class reunion. Like she wouldn’t freakin’ let up about it…I finally gave in. I sent in my RSVP and then thought, “What the fuck did I just do?”
Without thinking about the full gravity of the situation, I just committed to thrusting myself into a room full of people who I didn’t remember, but they would remember me. The closer our reunion date got, the more it terrified me. I actually told Noelle that I was probably going to cancel on her, but she has excellent persuasion skills and got me to recommit.
So when I walked into the room and several people where all, “KIM CROAL?!?!?!” I pretty much shut down. Can anxiety kill you? Because surely, I was about to die. My fight or flight reflexes kicked in and I scurried away to a back corner of the room. It was better there. I could breath a bit and listen in on people’s conversations. But then I had enough with the “half flight” and needed to just get the hell out of there.
“Not so fast bitch,” my friend Noelle said.
My friend, Noelle, looked at me and in her beautiful, kind voice, said something sweet like, “Hey, it’s going to be okay and you’re going to have a good time. Don’t go yet. Trust me. Please?”
Then Noelle’s girlfriend-not-girlfriend, Sonja, said, “Another shot of tequila?”
I agreed to both, staying a bit and another shot of tequila.
And I’m really glad I did. ALL of those girls were awesome and no one seemed to mind that I didn’t really have a clue as to who they were or who they used to be. It turned out to be all about the moment that was happening right now.
*THAT* moment happened to be pretty freakin’ fantastic.
(I’ll even admit, there’s a big part of me that kinda hopes we don’t wait another five years to get together again.)
So if you’re not sure if you should go to an upcoming reunion, I totally understand. But trust me…you should go. You’ll probably have a pretty good time.
Oh, and I might not have had the coolest hair back in the day, but I’m pretty sure I’m making up for it now: