I got back from a reunion of sorts last night. Some of my old high school friends were getting together, and I had the chance to catch up with them and see what they had all been doing. I was in the class of ’96, which means it’s been 11 years since I was in high school with these people. I had a great time, and it was nice to see them all and have a good time. It also got me thinking. I’m very much not the same person I was back then, and my friends are very different people, as well. I’ve been married for over 6 years–longer than I knew most of them back in the day, since I didn’t move to the area until 8th grade. I don’t know–my thoughts are kind of jumbled right now, but what I’m trying to get at is this:
1) High school seems to have lasted so long. It didn’t. It was done in three years. Half the time I’ve been married.
2) Things that seemed so important then no longer seem that important now.
3) My high school friends are very good people, even today. It’s nice to see how well they’re all “growing up,” becoming members of society. I hope I seem the same to them, but I guess that’s beside the point.
Anyway. This all makes sense in my head, but somewhere between there and my fingers and the keyboard, it’s getting mixed up. Maybe when you read it, it’ll straighten itself out again.