There is a certain amount of foreboding each time I talk with a former classmate about our upcoming
20 year High School Reunion.
You want to go, but then again you don't. It will be interesting to see who gets over the angst enough to show their face.
I think we are all asking ourselves,
"Are we happy with the way our life has turned out"?
Come on you have to ask that since at the reunion you are going to parade around in a "new outfit" and answer such judgmental questions as "What do you do for a living?" And all night long I am going to be repeating the most trite and false compliment of all -
"You look great".
When in fact nine times out of ten I am going to be thinking "Wow you gained some weight", or
"Those can't be real",
or "Dude I can't believe I am the same age. Man I hope I look better than that." Of course there will be a few times when I will really mean it.
Now when someone says that to me, of course they will be sincere.
Getting past the sizing up of each other that is going to go on, I am a little nervous because I am not the same guy I was 20 years ago. In fact I am not sure I know or could even describe who I was back then. But that is the guy most people will remember,
the only Eldon they know.
A very small example. We often go on family walks through new neighborhoods with homes under construction. Mindy loves to roam around these almost finished homes checking out the layouts and features. But I sit around nervously watching, sure that someone is going to come by and get us in trouble. Honestly I don't go in with her and look around. I sit outside and hold the baby while she runs around inside with the kids.
Even my 9 year old teases me
that I don't go in. That is not the same person who has comments such as "Dude you are the craziest person I know" written multiple times throughout his yearbook. I am not looking forward to the "remember that time you..." comments I am going to get.
I'm kinda like Eldon on Prozac now.
Or a mission, college, hot wife, graduate school, 4 kids, debt, debt and more debt had the same effect as happy pills.
Stay tuned.
Good times?
A waste of time?
or
Freaky Dude?
We leave Thursday evening for the 6 hour drive to Mesa.
20 year High School Reunion.
You want to go, but then again you don't. It will be interesting to see who gets over the angst enough to show their face.
I think we are all asking ourselves,
"Are we happy with the way our life has turned out"?
Come on you have to ask that since at the reunion you are going to parade around in a "new outfit" and answer such judgmental questions as "What do you do for a living?" And all night long I am going to be repeating the most trite and false compliment of all -
"You look great".
When in fact nine times out of ten I am going to be thinking "Wow you gained some weight", or
"Those can't be real",
or "Dude I can't believe I am the same age. Man I hope I look better than that." Of course there will be a few times when I will really mean it.
Now when someone says that to me, of course they will be sincere.
Getting past the sizing up of each other that is going to go on, I am a little nervous because I am not the same guy I was 20 years ago. In fact I am not sure I know or could even describe who I was back then. But that is the guy most people will remember,
the only Eldon they know.
A very small example. We often go on family walks through new neighborhoods with homes under construction. Mindy loves to roam around these almost finished homes checking out the layouts and features. But I sit around nervously watching, sure that someone is going to come by and get us in trouble. Honestly I don't go in with her and look around. I sit outside and hold the baby while she runs around inside with the kids.
Even my 9 year old teases me
that I don't go in. That is not the same person who has comments such as "Dude you are the craziest person I know" written multiple times throughout his yearbook. I am not looking forward to the "remember that time you..." comments I am going to get.
I'm kinda like Eldon on Prozac now.
Or a mission, college, hot wife, graduate school, 4 kids, debt, debt and more debt had the same effect as happy pills.
Stay tuned.
Good times?
A waste of time?
or
Freaky Dude?
We leave Thursday evening for the 6 hour drive to Mesa.
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