Saturday, November 26, 2005
should you ever go home again?
while i'm sure that there are many, many hollywood films that capture "the high school reunion" in all of its angst and glory, as i'm now sated with turkey and cranberries, and back home for my 10-year, i keep having visions of grosse pointe blank running through my head.
a few people i've stayed in touch with, some people i was very happy to see, and others just a bit curious about what's become of them. but of course, it's only the well-adjusted, happy-with-their-life people who show up (or the never-having-left-cleveland folks out of inertia) and not the john cusack all-black-wearing mafia hitmen, unless they're trying to reconnect with a minnie driver. i'm left with so many "whatever happened to..." questions that only friendster can solve...
alas, i have no 'minnie driver stories' of my own of which to speak, and no unrequited high school flames for whom i've pined over the last 10 years of my life. i came relatively well-adjusted, happy with my life, and leave the same. with no unrealistic expectations that i'm necessarily going to stay in close contact with the people i saw last night, or that i'm going to magically re-create less-than-ideal high school years.
there's only so many times that you can do the "remind-me-your-name, where-do-you-live, what-are-you-up-to-these-days" speed-date-like dance before laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, and yearning for deeper connections.
the challenge remains to enjoy things for what they are, continue to be present as best as i can for each unique moment, and continue to walk on my path, smiling with head held high.
a few people i've stayed in touch with, some people i was very happy to see, and others just a bit curious about what's become of them. but of course, it's only the well-adjusted, happy-with-their-life people who show up (or the never-having-left-cleveland folks out of inertia) and not the john cusack all-black-wearing mafia hitmen, unless they're trying to reconnect with a minnie driver. i'm left with so many "whatever happened to..." questions that only friendster can solve...
alas, i have no 'minnie driver stories' of my own of which to speak, and no unrequited high school flames for whom i've pined over the last 10 years of my life. i came relatively well-adjusted, happy with my life, and leave the same. with no unrealistic expectations that i'm necessarily going to stay in close contact with the people i saw last night, or that i'm going to magically re-create less-than-ideal high school years.
there's only so many times that you can do the "remind-me-your-name, where-do-you-live, what-are-you-up-to-these-days" speed-date-like dance before laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, and yearning for deeper connections.
the challenge remains to enjoy things for what they are, continue to be present as best as i can for each unique moment, and continue to walk on my path, smiling with head held high.
