“True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.” – Kurt Vonnegut
I got added to a group on Facebook this week.
This year is my 20th high school reunion.
Let me repeat that.
THIS YEAR IS MY 2oth HIGH SCHOOL REUNION.
I simultaneously wanted to marvel that time flies by so fast and curl in the fetal position and throw chocolate at myself.
As messages flew back and forth on the Facebook wall, the student body officers for our class announced the location and date and it turns out that it is smack dab in the middle of BlogHer. BlogHer is THE blogging conference that I always go to. Even though I don’t have a job any longer and we have a lot more expenses with the new house, I was still going to move hell and high water to make it to Mom 2.0 and BlogHer this year.
The dates aren’t the only things conflicting…my feelings about what to do are as well.
High school was not great for me.
I mean, I looked like this:
While being fat likely saved my virginity in high school, it really wasn’t an overly awesome trait for winning friends and influencing people, you know?
However, I am not convinced that high school is great for most people. I think that during the hormone-crazed and awkward-as-all-get-out-years you’re known as ‘teenager’, people for the most part just try to survive.
When I saw the conflicting date I thought, “Oh, well. I will be in New York, so I’ll send my regrets. But hey, at least this way I won’t spend the next 7-months dieting and convincing myself that Botox probably isn’t THAT bad or expensive so THINK OF THE SILVER LININGS, LORALEE!” Heh.
But as I kept thinking about it, I had to admit that I am curious about my reunion and part of me really wants to go. I didn’t attend my 10-year reunion and I wonder how everyone turned out. I think a lot of people analyze themselves at reunion time. Most spruce up or try to lose weight and wonder about how they will measure up to others.
I didn’t have a ton of close friends at my high school but I did have some and they were great. And I have had enough people that I have caught up with on Facebook that I wouldn’t feel like a total loner if I attended. I have aged pretty well and even though I probably won’t have another job in place by the time I attend, I am pretty happy with my life and don’t feel like there is anything to feel embarrassed about or to try to overcompensate for. When I was much younger, I’d think about seeing my classmates and have a lot of anxiety. But, that is gone for the most part. I think that most people have done what people do, which is mature and become lovely adults that I would likely enjoy socializing with very much.
But BlogHer is the biggest and most important conference that I attend. And I will miss seeing so many of the people that I truly love. As a final add in, Jonathan was going to go to New York with me for BlogHer this year and we were both looking forward to it very much. He is totally supportive of any decision I make and pointed out that with the reunion in Park City, we could still have a lovely few days away from home. I’m pretty sure he’ll be happy with either decision as long as he gets laid at some point during the weekend.
So there you have it: BlogHer in New York or Bountiful High School class of ’92 in Park City, Utah.
What would you do if you were me?