Barbie, you have really mulled this over. I know you said that you'd rather claw out your own eyeballs than go back to any reunion. But what if, just play along Barbie. What if for those few short hours in time, you get to go back. To be who you were, the same kid with the same attitude?
Would you? Could you?
You see I am the
shy quiet girl (figuratively for you, but literally in my high
school) who sat in the drama class and never said much of anything
and spent a lot of time looking at the floor. I didn't disappear..I
chose to live, to come out of my shell and grow.
I am also the girl who started a family. Perhaps too soon and it has not only aged me, but has given me insight and strength. With those added insights and strength, I found a unique set of tools and hopefulness to teach the family that I created early on, not to walk down the same road that I have.
You never really get to go home again. The buildings are there, the structure's the same, but nothing else seems familiar.
But if you give yourself permission, permission to just be who you are. Permission to not care about the "cliques" to not notice who was the popular kid and who were the nerds. Permission to mix and mingle and perhaps get to know that one person you have always wanted to talk to, but wouldn't, couldn't or were far too shy to. You might have fun and for a split second go back in time, so that those who didn't know you then, who never knew you were alive or didn't care that you were will leave that reunion with your name on their lips and your memory etched in their mind. And then you will have touched the world.
Just a thought.
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