I went out to get the mail this
afternoon, hoping one of my books I ordered would finally arrive and
found a letter instead. It was addressed to me, which surprised
me and I eye balled it suspiciously...I get a ton of junk mail (and
bills), but never anything hand written...
I opened it and found an invitation to a riverboat ride down the Columbia River...FOR MY 10 YEAR REUNION!!!!!
It hit me then...
"Am I really THAT old?"
Apparenly so. It's kind of humbling to see your first highschool
reunion letter in your hand, especially when it seems like it was just
a couple of years ago that I was still there...I don't feel old, not
really. I'm only 28 (as of last month). There are days when
I have wierd pains and I go to bed earlier than I use to...but I don't
feel old. I wonder what "old" really feels like anyway?
Now, am I going to go to this? To put it plainly....Nope. I
have no desire to sit around and visit with a bunch of nobodies from my
past. That sounds harsh, but the people I went to school with
that I still see today are my good friends even now, everyone else is
just moot. I don't care what they're doing. I don't care if
they have families. I don't care if they're successful or
not. It doesn't matter to me.
Was highschool bad for me? Not at all! I got along with
everyone, went to prom, played sports, was active in clubs.
Highschool was easy for me. I had lots of friends. I was
socially adept and liked by almost everyone. However, now that I am
older, I just don't really care about that aspect of my life. It
may sound like fun to some people, but I have pleanty of people in my
life right now that I'd rather visit with than old highschool comrades
who are now nothing but strangers to me.
Still, I couldn't help but laugh when I read through the
invitation. Somehow, recieving it symbolized that I am actually a
grown up now, and it struck me as funny.