So, guess what? I’m gearing up for my 30-year high school reunion! Honestly, the thought of it doesn’t induce the same anxiety it might have before social media took over our lives. Back at my 10-year reunion, there was no Facebook to help me scope out who might attend or how they’d aged. I was newly married and anxiously awaiting the premiere of a TV show I had worked on. When I introduced my wife, people smiled politely, but their expressions screamed, “He’s still figuring it out, and that lovely lady is probably just a friend he hired for the weekend.”
Let’s face it: ten years isn’t quite enough time to shake off the high school identity. That reunion felt awkward. We all wanted to present ourselves as successful—even though most of us were still in our twenties and still trying to find our way. Conversations were laced with an undercurrent of desperation, as if we were all secretly terrified that our peers were thriving while we were just treading water. After that weekend, I swore I’d never attend another reunion again.
But then, I had a few drinks and hit the RSVP button.
Attending the 30-year reunion feels like a totally different game. I’m going as a divorced man, with a career in TV that’s been off the air for over a decade. I’ve had my share of highs and lows, but you know what? I’ve finally reached that glorious state of not caring about what anyone else thinks of me. Thanks to social media, we’re all aging together—no one is stuck in a time capsule, and that’s a relief!
I’m not the class clown anymore, and I don’t need to be. The cheerleader we all swooned over back then has transitioned gracefully into a stunning, confident woman with her own grown kids. The jock isn’t reminiscing about touchdowns anymore; he’s now a humble, successful entrepreneur. Even the nerdy kid has evolved into a well-rounded adult. By 30, we’ve all had a chance to explore various identities and figure out who we really are.
At the 10-year mark, we were still in the dark about our true selves. But now? I’m ready to embrace the reunion—right after I hit the gym! No way am I showing up with a spare tire. Looks like I’ll have to ditch all that leftover Easter candy. Ugh.
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In summary, the 30-year reunion is a celebration of growth and acceptance, where we can reconnect with old friends as the adults we’ve become instead of the kids we once were.