I have a 30-year high school reunion coming up in September. I know, I know - you find it hard to believe that I graduated high school when I was only 6 years old. But, hey, I was a very precocious child.
A former classmate mentioned the upcoming reunion waaaaay back in the spring, when I was still cashiering at Wal-Mart. Wow, I thought, six months isn't very much time to get ready for a reunion. I'd better get on the ball! Let's see...I needed to lose 25 pounds, and get that book published, and overhaul my wardrobe. And maybe learn to speak French.
Instead, I gained 15 pounds. I have not gotten the book published. Although I quit working at Wal-Mart, my wardrobe is still predominantly blue and khaki. And I don't speak French.
What was I thinking?
Truth be told, I was an absolute dweeb in high school. The movie Napoleon Dynamite (LOVED IT!) could've been written about me. Socially awkward. Living in a world inside my head. Busy catching delicious bass and taming wild stallions. Yep, that was me. Really.
So, even if I trimmed down and toned up, landed a big dollar book contract, tricked out in a little black dress, and purred with a sexy accent, Dahling, my old high school classmates would know better.
But you know what? After all these years, I think they'll be fine with me just the way I am. Even without bow hunting skills, computer hacking skills, nunchaku skills...or really puffy sleeves. ;)
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