What a scary thought, right? A High School Reunion? Where you voluntarily get together with the group of people who single-handedly tormented you and made the supposed best years of your life the period of time you’ve spent the rest of your life overcoming.
They were our best friends and worst enemies.
Why would any sane person do this to themselves?
I know we have all dreamed that we would one day have some kind of Romy & Michelle moment, where we go to our reunion, show our tormentors they have not destroyed us, that we have embraced our inner freak, succeed in life beyond our wildest dreams, (and theirs), leaving them in the dust. Our true friends will cheer and celebrate us and everyone will know we turned out the better for it.
I particularly like what Romy says at minute 1:52 of this video.
The truth is, however, that for many of us, our lives are quite ordinary and uneventful. For many years, I was ashamed of what my life had become. I was not successful in my professional life. I’m not rich. I was horribly overweight and sick. I never married and I do not have kids. I felt as if I was a complete and total failure.
But that was the before Colleen.
OK, some things have not changed. I’m not rich. I’m still not married. And I still have no kids.
But my whole outlook on my life has changed.
I changed my job. Still, not a high-powered, high-paying career, but I am enjoying it. I have lost 127 pounds, and although I’m 46 pounds heavier than I was in high school, I feel great about myself.
The truth is, I have “friended” some of my old high school friends on Facebook, and many of them have been following my blog and my story of change. They have been some of my biggest cheerleaders and supporters over this last year and a half. I really would like to see them. Hug them. Thank them.
So, when one of my friends started bemoaning that our class never has reunions, or that only the popular kids get invited to the reunions we may have had over the years, I was the one who suggested that we have an alternate “anti-reunion.” Let the popular kids have their little private get together of the select few while the rest of us meet up for drinks or whatever and just have fun.
People jumped on the idea. I know. What on earth was I thinking?
Now there is a get together planned for the weekend before Christmas, and I am going.
Of course, I am going to buy a fantastic outfit, get my hair done, and make sure that I look absolutely fabulous. Still, I cannot wait to see my old friends and see how their lives turned out. As for the rest of it, who really cares?