tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541804.post114058044670515961..comments2023-09-27T03:41:40.176-05:00Comments on Introspective Navel Gazing: Looking back on my dorkier daysVivhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07143093739225121136noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541804.post-1140645593149719312006-02-22T15:59:00.000-06:002006-02-22T15:59:00.000-06:00I know how you feel. I haven't really spoken to an...I know how you feel. I haven't really spoken to anyone I knew in high school in years. Heck, I only drove past the school this year because I got lost picking Alan up at the airport. I'm a little sorry that I am not in contact with the few close friends I had as a senior, but staying close to someone who is 1600 miles away seems unlikely at best. <BR/><BR/>I guess the biggest thing is, I found "my people" when I was in college. That's when I developed the first ties (beyond my family of course) that seemed worth the work to keep them going. Who I am has changed so much over the years since I got my high school diploma, that I don't even know if my old friends would know me, or I them.Evahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08461424837432543274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541804.post-1140637413320407202006-02-22T13:43:00.000-06:002006-02-22T13:43:00.000-06:00I honestly don't speak to one person in my graduat...I honestly don't speak to one person in my graduating class...but, even back then I hung out with three people from the Catholic school who were just as off-the-wall as me. None of us "fit in" and none of us really tried because we were quite content in our little group. I'm still great friends with two of these people today and consider myself lucky to have rekindled the friendships when they had pretty much died away after we got out of high school (for various reasons).<BR/><BR/>I actually feel that I've not been able to "come into my own" until I hit my late 20s. It seemed that before that I was always trying to prove something to myself or someone else...and was never able to do it. I really started growing and becoming who I want to be once I moved to Chicago--the initial anonymity gave me the chance to just figure out what I want out of my life...socially, professionally, romantically, etc. <BR/><BR/>I've not gone to a reunion, nor will I. I don't feel I have one thing to say to any of the persons that would be there and don't really want to waste an entire weekend making small talk, that to me becomes exhausting after about the 2nd hour.QuietlyGoingMadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06864921455861092849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541804.post-1140585401605269422006-02-21T23:16:00.000-06:002006-02-21T23:16:00.000-06:00I'm very sorry to hear about your former teacher. ...I'm very sorry to hear about your former teacher.<BR/> <BR/>It's funny, because while my high school years were certainly not the best years of my life, I do have very fond memories of those years and really attribute those years into making me the person I am now. I have never fit in, in any part of my educational career but high school was the place where I learned to trust myself. I didn't go to my high school reunion but still keep in touch with a few people, and still remain friends with a couple. High school in good ways and bad were quite formative for me, and I can still look back on those years and honestly say I would not give up any experience I've had.K.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10685935004988095531noreply@blogger.com