oh well, nothing interesting seems to happen to me anymore. anyways, over the weekend i attended our high school freshman section's mini reunion. there are about 35 of us but only half showed up. it got me thinking: should i be happy that organizing this reunion is a pain because it means we are busy and being busy means our job is important and because our job is important it means we are successful? what about the rest of us that showed up? do we have nothing better to do since we are not busy and does it mean we are not successful? what about those who just plainly ignored the invitation? did pride prevent them from coming? are the ghosts of high school past still haunting them? or they've just become too good for trivial things such as this reunion?
this was originally written July 10. the final reunion came and went with a whopping 35% of the class in attendance. it was frustrating on my part for people to say they are coming but cancel out on you at the last minute. frustrating for people to not go just because. frustrating because you've asked, nay, begged for them to clear out their schedules since this is not an everyday thing. frustrating because they do not share the value you put on friendship forged during what you ALL said were the best times of your life.
i was frustrated, but i understood.
i understood that not all cope with difficult situations the way i do: a combination of selective amnesia and boisterous laughter with a side of fuck-it-this-is-how-i-roll-what's-it-to-you attitude. i'm serious as a heart attack when i say this works. i'm not one to wallow in misery, it makes me look a year older than my real age of 18. yes, the world is a stage but life is so short for unnecessary drama.
i hope they understood as well that that time was something we can't turn back.
Time made man a time bomb, we could die any day,
Who knows what the future holds, let's have our fun today.
--The Future's Overrated, Arkarna