I am at a quandry. This year marks 50 years since both my husband and I graduated high school. Our class was fairly big, but after graduating we scattered to the wind, and seldom did we keep up with each other. Sure there were a few friends that stayed in touch for a season, but for the most part we were not a very tight knit group.
Someone in our class decided to take it upon herself to organize a 50th reunion for late summer, announcing it a year in advance. My initial response was “wow, i would love to see how life treated everyone.” I enthusiastically said yes, we will be there. Then i started looking at the posts and realized how far apart we are – spiritually, politically, emotionally. Some of the posts made by classmates were adorable photos of grandma with the newest edition to their family, and others were of very politically charged rallies. While we shared an education and a neighborhood 50 years ago some of us moved into different worlds.
We only attended a few of the reunions – the 10th was power suites and trying to impress each other with the great success we have accomplished. I called it the phoney ficade in a big party event space, dinner and full bar….. fancy. We attended the 20th, downscaled to the bar one of the guys we graduated with owned and a table full of sheets of pizza. That was more realistic, however one guy (famous ) showed up with a hooker on each arm and refused to talk with anyone who did not have a name tag. The tags had bad adhesive and most people found tags on the floor, or under a shoe after falling off for the 19th time that night. We never heard anything about 30th and the 35th was planned for a saturday before thanksgiving – we were booked with an art show at the Museum of Contemporary Art so we did not attend. And there was silence for 40 and 45th. Now here we are approaching 50th. It sounds a bit swanky because it will be at a Yacht Club to which the organizer is a member.
Steve and I have been chatting about this event, and how our world view, way of life, and spiritual condition seem so different from those that are vocal in the reunion chat. My enthusiasm to see people that i have not kept up with for 50 years has begun to turn into questioning if I should even spend that time, and money to go.
Its something i am spending more time thinking about and praying about. Would you attend the reunion? Or would you let it pass by?