(Update on previous post: I’ve taken it down because the friend I was referring to was concerned it may somehow get back to the person and situation I was talking about. If you have no idea what I am talking about then just move on, if you do – I am reworking the post to not reference them at all but to be a general post about dealing with the difficult.)
So this weekend just gone saw 94 or so of my old classmates reunite to mark the 20 years that have passed.
It was an absolute blast.
I’ve been trying to nail why it was so exhilarating and fun and I think it is pretty simple: 5 and 10 year reunions are subconsciously competitive and all about affirmation – the career is taking off, there is a ring on the finger (or not), there are families underway (or not). By 20 years you just don’t care about that shite anymore. You’re more comfortable in your skin. Good stuff has happened, bad stuff has occurred and look! you’re still standing! Squeee!
But something far more tremendous and lovely came from it all – reconnecting with friends you never intended to lose contact with in the first place.
The other week a couple of us got together for lunch, before that I had spent those few days with K and her family. I don’t know why or what it is, but those high school years can clearly have such a massive impact on who you are that the friendships you form them can withstand years of silence to pick themselves back up as if it had only been a couple of days.
Chef does not talk about his school days. He does not keep in touch with anyone he went to school with. He hated school and was happy to see the back of it. I think that is so so sad. (It does not bother him in the slightest. Apparently.)
I on the other hand feel absolutely blessed to still have friends from school and to have re-established contact with some of those friends this year. I realise now and appreciate just how valuable those relationships are and am just so stoked they are back in my life.