just go already

i do not know if you have ever been to a school reunion…some thirty….or, forty years later, but if you ever have the opportunity…i implore you to go. there are few things more revealing than showing up in a group that once obsessed with peer pressure, only to find those remaining, dealing with some form of gravitational pull…

…and not only relocated fat globules, but also etched contour lines, and various battles on the follicle front. of course, looking in the mirror, i am astonished to find my own image so much more distinguished. a few years ago, i graduated from colored hair to “interesting hair,” more like Ron Burgundy, but sometimes like Wild Boris-on-a-never-ending-bad hair-day…

call it 50’s chic if you want. 

just not in front of everybody, please….

because we are human beings too. and some of us are sensitive and need a safe space to tie our shoes. while nobody is looking.

O sure it is fine when you are ten and your shoelaces come undone, but it is not so cool when you pass over the hump of time and head downhill with the wheel barrel to…the Middle Ages…when bending down is not so bendy anymore.

…and so being not so bendy anymore, one is more likely to be blatantly open about one’s lactose intolerance, Parasitic leg, or big time life failures. the latter can be quite cathartic, especially if your classmate is suddenly free from an unholy marriage to an idiot, and has not spoken with anybody in two weeks and cannot stop talking. life was not as exciting before coming to the reunion….

unless your reunion is at the worst truck-food restaurant in the county, the kind of place where the canned green beans are the big ticket on the menu. that would indicate there are few survivors remaining from the class of …. and there will be fewer following the dinner.

suffice to say, i have caught myself pondering the past, remembering precious moments after missing my classmates these so many years…usually during random invading daydreams while being tortured driving down some monotonous line of highway…

so, after all these years, to see my old classmates was a particular treat. so many questions were answered. so many tales were told. and so many unpleasant things disappeared with closure and the passing of time.








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Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur, living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley; store-made soda bread has the consistency of a sea sponge; and Kerrygold butter has finally found a permanent place on the grocery shelves everywhere. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from thelostkerryman.wordpress.com, talesinastrangerstrangerland@wordpress.com, everydayasadisciple@wordpress.com, and mrandmrsboring.wordpress.com are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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4 Responses to just go already

  1. Amanda says:

    Hi! Long time no see. How have you been? Were some of your questions answered at the reunion?

    • I’ve not been as active on wordpress for awhile, although that is likely to change soon. I’m glad you are still here in the blogosphere. The reunion was grand, so many people had so much to say, I spent six hours there. It was fun to revisit the past, hear multiple points of view of experiences we all shared, and tactlessly share our lives as if there was no tomorrow…

  2. Ann Coleman says:

    You’re right! I was nervous about going to my first reunion, but I went and had a wonderful time! It’s odd, but also nice to talk to everyone now that we are all grown up and not so worried about the trivial things of high school anymore.

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