So a bunch of high school classmates are in town and are planning a reunion. I am suddenly a part of the WhatsApp group and I can’t even recognise most of them because a lot of them have their baby’s picture as profile picture.
Difficult to guess also because their kids don’t look like them at all. Which in some cases could be a good thing.
It is like going back in time when you felt socially awkward except you didn’t know how common and amazing being socially awkward would be in real life when you grow up.
I have no fond recollection of high school stories. Mostly because being a loner was not fun back then (I didn’t know growing up I will have over 2k followers on Twitter, take that, bitches) and no one told me it is okay not to try to fit in amongst people you cannot relate to.
I was with some of them through college too, and guess what, we never exchanged a word.
So with the high school reunion round the corner, am I up for it? I’m not sure.
It is not about moving on and forgetting how school was and how people change over the years. I know people change. I am not the person I was in school either. In fact, I am not the same person I was two years back. So, technically, while I may recognise their faces, it will still be like meeting complete strangers. How do you greet? Shake hands? Hugs? Pull cheeks of their child? (no, never do that, it is creepy)
What do you ask them? What are they up to? Are you suddenly friends with complete strangers? And the moment the introductions are over, you go getting nostalgic about school. Which may be great. I had some fun memories too.
Of being in Nursery and going to school with a fractured hand and teacher asking me to come in front of the class and setting an example to clueless 3 year olds how they should also be brave and come to school despite injuries. The memory of that incident is so vivid that that I still relate my stage fear to that one day. I even remember being so terrified of being called in class that in Senior KG I used to hide behind shelves during roll call because I do not like confrontation. Yeah, well, I have had a childhood full of issues.
So what do I do? Well, I have not decided yet. I may attend it. Of course, chances of that ‘reunion’ materialising are quite low because apparently gathering everyone on one day at one time is difficult. May meet some of them individually, though. It may not be that bad an idea.
Except at this moment, it doesn’t look like a great idea.
PS: If you are my high school classmate reading this, no hard feelings. If you’d still like to reach out and meet me, you know where to find me. :)