June 9, 2008


Filed under: friendships,high school.,memories,reunions — writebrainit @ 11:22 am

I am a nostalgic person. I love my history, family history and memories. I love the pictures, stories and feelings associated with my past memories. I glorify the past and tend to focus on remembering the good things. I love maintaining old friendships, renewing lost relationships and just checking in with people from my past. I know that I tend to glorify the past – it is seldom that I remember the bad memories associated with a time or person from my past – and instead will turn it into a story or get try to get some humor out of the questionable memories. I do this with the people I care about or who meant something to me in the past. Don’t get me wrong, there are those who are associated with bad memories and I want pretty much nothing to do with them (of course, it takes a sort of ptsd that their name brings to my response system to make that list).

From high school there are only a couple who cause that kind of panic for me and since it is 25 years since high school – I am sure that with that person, they don’t even remember making me feel less than a person or ‘hurting my feelings’ for lack of a better phrase. I had my 25th Reunion this weekend and I had a really good time. I was kind of fearful of going to it for several reasons – one being, at the last reunion I felt like I was back in high school – people still hung in their groups (and I was one of them) – we know who makes us comfortable and who doesn’t. I was much more shy than I typically am and I didn’t like how I felt or the box I put myself in. I even went so far to ignore a guy from my class who was calling me over when I was on the way to the bathroom. Not because I am stuck up, but because I don’t think we ever talked in high school – we ran in completely different crowds and I think I allowed my self-esteem to interfere and wonder ‘he doesn’t really want to talk with me.’ Truth be told, he probably just wanted to ask someones name who I was talking with. But I was so embarrassed that I allowed myself to be such an ass as to ‘pretend I didn’t know they were calling me over.’ That’s not who I am. I think another reason was my being out. I didn’t attend the 15 because I was at a point where I was coming out to more and more people and didn’t really want to be the ‘gay classmate’ who came to the reunion (plus the way the 15 was set up, it really appeared as if you needed to be a couple to attend and I wasn’t at that point).

At the 20 I have to admit that I am sure that was some of my discomfort. I was comfortably out, but this was my high school classmates who hadn’t all seen how I had evolved and how ‘comfortable’ I was with myself. I know that the baggage I brought from the past was my own, I own that. So here we are at the 25th and I worried that I would turn back into the same fool who had attended the 20th. I was worried about not having anyone to talk with or just hanging with the same crowd and becoming all ‘shy’ again. I do know that I have several classmates who are gay as well and have partners, but I am also aware that I appear to be the ‘token gay’ when it comes to the reunions. I don’t know that any attend besides myself (well, at least any who are out).

I thoroughly enjoyed myself this weekend. I got to talk and catch up with some people who meant a lot to me in the past, I got to socialize with people from the past, that while I probably didn’t back then, it was nice to check in and get re-acquainted. I had fun, I ate, drank, played volleyball and just had a really good time. One of the nice things for me, is that I have this group who is doing this weight loss challenge – several are from my high school past in one form or another – it was fun for me to see how we tended to hang around together at times at this event. There is a real sense of security in those friendships. It’s nice how true friends from our past can become very good friends of our present.


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