|Rio Americano Class of ’77. (Are those peppers next to some of the names, like on an ethic food menu?)|
This year is the 40th Reunion of my high school, and like all the others that preceded it I am not interested in attending. Looking back on my childhood I remember some good times, but mostly I don’t remember much at all. My mother says it is because I was not happy. This sounds about right.
With the exception of two people who I still wish pox upon (yeah, somethings I just can’t let go), I don’t resent anyone and have actually reconnected with a few of my old classmates thanks to social media. I just can’t get excited about hooking up with any other classmates. So, I have no intention of going.
Every five or ten years these feelings come up. Should I go? Will anyone miss me? Will I find that if I go I will wonder why I passed on this all these years? The answer to these questions is always negative.
Maybe some day, but I doubt it. I like my life, but I don’t think I really liked that particular part, so why relive it.