Last weekend we went to New York for the wedding of a high school friend. We're not really in touch, other than an email once or twice a year apprising each other of major life events. We haven't seen each other in person in about five years. I was surprised that she invited me, but decided to go. I called my one other high school friend who I'm still close with, assuming he was invited too, but he wasn't.
Driving to the wedding, I confessed to JW that I felt like it was a trap. Somehow my memories of high school have gotten twisted over the years. I didn't realize it until that moment and I still don't entirely understand it, but I had come to look back at high school as this time when I was a horrible person and even my friends secretly hated me, and I saw the fact that I was no longer in touch with most of them as evidence. He said, "What, you think it's set up so you'll be in some humiliating situation?" I had to admit that weddings aren't the best time to seek revenge on someone for a long-simmering grudge.
When we walked in, I saw two friends I had been close with in high school. We were excited to see each other and spent the rest of the evening catching up. The bride seemed touched that I came, and said she wanted to reconnect but was disappointed we didn't really get a chance at the wedding. (I reassured her that weddings are like that; you gather the people you love most and then spend about ten seconds with each of them.) We resolved to meet up in NY soon, and my other friends proposed a regular reunion of our old high school crowd. Our high school crowd was awesome. I felt so much better after that night, and I'm excited to reconnect with them.
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