tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326010555125554881.post7561240624623779989..comments2023-08-14T01:43:12.669-07:00Comments on GetRealMama: Missing my twenty yearGetrealmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03845080109898768505noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326010555125554881.post-54088996836974419792012-05-26T18:18:54.846-07:002012-05-26T18:18:54.846-07:00It's hard for me not to go to my reunions sinc...It's hard for me not to go to my reunions since they're right here in Scottsdale! It's very convenient. For my 10th somehow the organizers couldn't find me, despite the fact that my mother's lived in the same house continuously and would have gotten mail to me! I went to the 20th and 30th (I know, I'm old) and found that, despite my changes, I'm still lumped in with the same social group I was in during high school. I'm still, somehow, being snubbed by the cheerleaders. I'm still a hippie, though I very much am not.Linda Pressmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809808676659629555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326010555125554881.post-43597219656186646972012-05-26T16:55:42.823-07:002012-05-26T16:55:42.823-07:00I haven't attended any of my reunions. I am su...I haven't attended any of my reunions. I am sure they would have been fun, but I also feel like I have moved on from those days. <br />You certainly seem to have your act together these days!Mama Gone Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15591925279586183540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326010555125554881.post-54571968255996033592012-05-26T16:07:57.338-07:002012-05-26T16:07:57.338-07:00"Nobody was impressed. Nobody cared." F..."Nobody was impressed. Nobody cared." For the record; I also attended the 10 year. I saw you and your Hubby. I was impressed. I was intimidated. You seemed to have your Sh-t together" while I had several children out of wedlock (at least they were with the same woman who I had just married), had not pursued my artistic endeavors or post-graduate work, was gaining weight and feeling lost. I was intimidated.<br /><br />I think we all felt alone in high school. To some I was a "bad" kid, to others a nerd, to some a theater geek, to myself a disappointment.<br /><br />I did go to the reunion this afternoon, primarily to see two or three of my old friends whom I had lost touch with. I fell into my tortise shell though. Barely recognized anyone. Put on my smile. Said my "hi"'s, then left.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06624999615065612413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326010555125554881.post-58499949089212266522012-05-26T14:32:39.457-07:002012-05-26T14:32:39.457-07:00I remember the first time I saw you. It was in ei...I remember the first time I saw you. It was in eighth grade, we were both in English class, last period. You were new to the school. I remember you walking into the classroom and thinking, "Who's the new hot chick?" <br /><br />We became friends in high school. I remember us running around outside after high school with a regular group of people. Junior/senior year I remember going to pizza hut and splitting a small pizza because you were dieting and I was cutting weight for wrestling. I don’t think we even finished the pizza. I fondly remember going to high school dances and theater parties together.<br /><br />High school sucked for me because I didn’t feel like I fit in. My dad was a jock so I tried to be one. I stuck with music even though I was never good at it. I was good at math/science but couldn’t relate to the other kids that excelled in the same areas I did. My home life sucked and I was super insecure. I was never bullied but I was mostly miserable in high school. I sometimes wonder if anyone was happy while they were in high school.<br /><br />College was the best thing that happened to me. I found several groups of friends where I was able to really connect. I was challenged academically. I was good at whatever college job I took. I had (essentially) a live in girlfriend. I started to develop some self-esteem.<br /><br />I’m not going to the reunion because I’m in regular contact with the people that I care about with the exception of you and a handful of others that are not going. I’m also going back three times this year for weddings and a holiday. I feel like if I went it would be an opportunity to meet some cool strangers that grew up in the same hometown, but meh, at this point in my life I’d rather spend the long weekend with my wife, kiddos, and my friends out here. And traveling with two little ones kinda sucks.<br /><br />I’d love to see you and your family sometime though. People change over the years and I’m curious to get to know the person you have grown into.<br /><br /><br />JakeJakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01326573183840167455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326010555125554881.post-4120936252162904852012-05-26T10:53:05.370-07:002012-05-26T10:53:05.370-07:00I'm about to head to Hoyt Park--where I did at...I'm about to head to Hoyt Park--where I did attend those cool kid parties and often felt like an observer myself.<br /><br />The people I look forward to seeing are largely people I've kept up with anyway, but I do love meeting people anew. It's interesting to see who you connect with now that you didn't then and vice versa.<br /><br />In any case, I think you made a good choice.Why immerse yourself in bad memories.<br /><br />You've never looked more gorgeous and I'm so glad you've created such a beautiful life for yourself.<br /><br />Fondly,<br />AnnAnn Imighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01383249597505013239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326010555125554881.post-27465668033450298282012-05-26T09:45:09.080-07:002012-05-26T09:45:09.080-07:00I love the honesty of your writing. I don't k...I love the honesty of your writing. I don't know if I'll ever go to any high school reunions...if someone ever actually organizes one! My ten year was a couple years ago and to my knowledge it never happened. <br /><br />I still find myself the "quiet observer."Gretahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13678221019546045834noreply@blogger.com