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My 20 year high school reunion is coming up this summer, and I can't figure out if I'll go or not.
I mean, I want to see some of them, and I would love to get back in touch with people I totally lost track of after high school. So, what's the problem? Fear. I was skinny then, too skinny. And I'm fat now, too fat. I guess maybe I am worried that there'll be nothing more interesting to my life than the fact that I've gained an enormous amount of weight in 20 years. The logical truth is that the ones who really cared about me won't care what I look like. The other ones really don't matter. The emotional truth is that I care what some of them think of me. I care that some of them will have led intriguing and fabulous lives that are way better than my single mom, very small business owner life.
Can someone please explain to me why I should care about the current opinion of people whose opinions were less than nothing to me back then?
Maybe I had expectations for my life and it'll be me who's more disappointed by where I am than they will. My claims to fame are that I went to state in the National Spelling Bee in the 5th grade (something that may actually be recorded somewhere - btw, this year's national winner is from right here in Dallas, and go him, cause I would have missed that last word!) and that my sister works in the Governor's office (something no one but my family cares about). Which translates to I have no claim to fame during the last 20 years. What the heck have I done that's in any way important?
OK. I think I'll slink off now before I have to call the whitecoats myself. : )
I mean, I want to see some of them, and I would love to get back in touch with people I totally lost track of after high school. So, what's the problem? Fear. I was skinny then, too skinny. And I'm fat now, too fat. I guess maybe I am worried that there'll be nothing more interesting to my life than the fact that I've gained an enormous amount of weight in 20 years. The logical truth is that the ones who really cared about me won't care what I look like. The other ones really don't matter. The emotional truth is that I care what some of them think of me. I care that some of them will have led intriguing and fabulous lives that are way better than my single mom, very small business owner life.
Can someone please explain to me why I should care about the current opinion of people whose opinions were less than nothing to me back then?
Maybe I had expectations for my life and it'll be me who's more disappointed by where I am than they will. My claims to fame are that I went to state in the National Spelling Bee in the 5th grade (something that may actually be recorded somewhere - btw, this year's national winner is from right here in Dallas, and go him, cause I would have missed that last word!) and that my sister works in the Governor's office (something no one but my family cares about). Which translates to I have no claim to fame during the last 20 years. What the heck have I done that's in any way important?
OK. I think I'll slink off now before I have to call the whitecoats myself. : )
