This evening is my 20 year high school reunion from BTWHSPVA. In case you don’t know what that stands for: Booker T. Washington High School for the Performing and Visual Arts, the Most Unique School in Dallas.
I am not going. I have had people tell me I should go, ask me why not and share with me great stories about their last reunion.
Since I have found myself feeling I have to justify my position here are 20 reasons why I choose to not go to my 20 year high school reunion:
- I just don’t want to. From the second they started planning it I have had Zero interest.
- I still talk to who I want to talk to from high school. That is 2 people in case you are wondering, 2.
- I could not decide what color of lipstick to wear.
- Frankly, there are people I have no desire to see.
- I choose to focus on my like and friends now. This is more my “glory days” than high school ever was.
- All the babysitters are booked.
- Downtown Dallas – TX/OU weekend – need I say more?
- Since high school was not my “glory days” why would I wasn’t to reflect on that?
- Social media already gives me highlights of those I would like to see.
- Just seeing the social media build up to the reunion looks like the same cliques still exist. No Thank You.
- High school was a social experiment I barely survived. I don’t need the social experiment of a reunion with the same crowd.
- The only memories I have of our 10 year reunion is a lot of drinking, cliques and hearing who is cheating with their spouse as he is prowling on old high school flames.
- I can’t find my Doc Martins. This actually sucks because they are coming back in style.
- I was so disconnected in high school so I really don’t have much connection with many from those years.
- When I think of high school I think of my eating disorder, depression and thoughts of driving my car into White Rock Lake.
- A youth group reunion sounds more fun because more of my good memories from those years were from there.
- I think I would remember about ten peoples names.
- In no way do I consider high school as my glory years. For those who did, I am sorry those days ended for you, enjoy rehashing old stories tonight.
- I’d rather watch Netflix and Chill.
- oh, and I never lost that 30 pounds.
Sure, a little piece of me wants to go. To say I went. To see my bestie from elementary school. To see the show because I am sure there will be something amazingly creative happen. We are talking about a reunion of artists, dancers, actors and musicians. Hubby said we would be going if Nora Jones had RSVPed. To my knowledge she hasn’t.
Instead, today I choose to live today as I do these days. 20 years after the ending of the worst social experiment ever. I am relaxing at home with my hubby watching the TX-OU game from my couch, cooking dinner, clothes in the wash and my boys outside playing with friends in the street. This evening will probably just be a regular Saturday night here at the Johnson house. Chill.