High School Reunions and other Musings

This year is my 20th! Wow, I can remember when I thought that meant folks were OLD!

I hadn't really been getting any info on ours although I kept being told it was in the works, in the works, so I finally started an event on classmates at least to gauge interest in one since I'd been hearing buzz all over about people wanting to have one.

By golly, I figured if one wasn't planned, then I (with some help) would plan one...and if one had been planned, we'd find out. Crazy statement coming from someone who most people didn't even know in high school.

Last night I got an email back from the class president indicating that there is one being worked on. It's funny how there is a committee working on something that I can find no one that knows anything about it, and nothing has been promoted, etc. Oh well. I had previously been told it would be in September, and since Monday is September 1st....I'll be surprised if that happens. And, if it does, I'll be surprised if many folks can agree to make it.

I was really a nobody in high school, but a lot has changed since then. I read online that it is amazing that you find that the really "snobby" people in school usually turn out to have been just insecure teens looking for acceptance and that 20 and 30 years later you find that the wallflowers have turned out to be quite fascinating people. When I read that, I had to sit back and make a little smug "hmmm..." I was a wallflower in a sense. People might have known of me, but very few, if any, really knew me. And, it is funny that most of the people who were cheerleaders and football players, etc., aren't even on classmates. Most of the people are just the plain ole people...not the ones that were superlatives or class officers, etc.

So, that makes me think a reunion will be even more interesting. If I am so different, how different must these people be as well? I still revert to my shyness in new situations, but I'm quite a different person than I was. I pretty much like who I am. I am not perfect. I should lose some weight, be more active physically, etc., but overall I've had some great life experiences and even some of the bad experiences have really been instrumental in teaching me about life and about who I want to be or who I don't want to be.

I think I'm different from most people...but I like it that way. According to a personality test, I am in a group of only 2% of the population. That wows me. But, again, I've learned to embrace that and like it. It also gives me a bit of an excuse when I do something totally off the wall, or just downright weird.

If I could just boost my confidence level, I'd be good. I'm not good with thinking that when I meet new people or am in new situations that I have anything to add. I even have that issue when trying to come up with something to blog. I have a hard time just talking for the sake of talking. I like to TELL a story, to SOMEONE, and ideally, someone who cares ("here's a quarter..."---sorry, got sidetracked). Writing or speaking my story for no reason seems strange to me. Some people can talk to anyone...but I shy away and wait for when I think there is a connection.

I keep telling people that one day I'm gonna write the memoirs of Christy---but it'll be called something much more exciting than that---I can't have something that plain (people who know me well are shaking their heads in agreement as they read that statement). I have so many stories of the nutty things I've done and the experiences I've had---particularly that people wouldn't expect from a wallflower. Maybe that's it....Memoirs of a Wallflower.