A couple of weeks ago, I received a wedding invite from one of my classmates in high school. Despite his being awful to one of my closest friends, I entertained the idea of going. Many of our classmates are attending and it’s expected to be a mini-reunion of some sort. We'd have fun making fun of everything.
But why does the idea of attending a reunion, even mini ones, give me a sense of dread? Because I have nothing of value to show for – no wonderful kids to brag about; no loving husband and no great marriage to talk of; nothing of those that really matter in life. When at my age all I have are self-doubt and wounds from the recent implosion of my relationship, how do I measure up? That I go home to an empty flat and the highlight of my evenings are reading a book and watching an episode of The Sopranos, but I do have a rewarding career and I am free to do whatever I want – is just too difficult and wearisome a justification to make. How lame they’d think my excuse is. Can people understand that yes, I yearn for The One, but my goal for the moment is to deal with the difficulty of achieving balance and holding on to ordinary happiness?
7 comments:
The One might be there.
i hope so.. :)
Envious and green eyed. I expect full disclosure. ;)
oh, so you mean somewhere around the vicinity? i don't think so.. so far, i've never met anybody who has captured my interest.
I meant meeting The One at the wedding/mini reunion.
i didn't go.
Party pooper!
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