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Piece #50 - Reunions

This year marks my 25th high school class reunion. I've only attended one reunion and that was my 10th. Why the 10th? I guess because I was curious to see what had happened to everyone in that first 10 years. Sadly when my wife and I attended, I came to find out that not a lot really changed. They all acted the same way I remember from school, but just 10 years older. I haven't been to a single reunion since. I know there are college reunions, but I've not seen any invitations to any and I'm not sure if I'd ever go. Jaimee had her 25th union last year and she never even gave it a thought. In fact, she hasn't been to any of her reunions. I don't blame her. I guess in some ways technology has bridged the gap for my curiosity into what has happened to old friends...Facebook, Twitter, Google+, etc.

In a small way, I wouldn't mind seeing everyone again, but with my Asperger's, it makes it REALLY difficult to suck it up and go. We're having it at a bar and grill again...I say that because the 20th was at the same place. I thought we might have it in a different location, but I guess their happy with this spot. I saw on Facebook that my cousin Sara had her 25th reunion recently, but she lives in California and to me, anywhere around there would be special to me. Maybe I can talk our class of 88 to have the reunion in California? (Only if I had the money I guess!!!)

I think this is a case of bring back old bad memories, more than what is supposed to do and relive all the good times. I guess that's why Jaimee never wants to return to her reunions because most of her memories are bad. I did have some good times, but if the right people aren't there, it's kind of tough to relive those good times if all your surrounded by are people who gave you nothing but a hard time. And the worst part is, after 25 years, it tends to happen all over again. It almost sounds like I'm making up excuses, but having run into some of these people in the past, nothing seems to change. My wife and I were watching the movie "Romy and Michele's Class Reunion" which oddly enough they are celebrating their class of 87! I realize it's a comedy and at the same time absurdity of the movie, but in a small way; they do poke fun of what many of these reunions tend to be like. (Though I doubt Jaimee and I will be flying off in a helicopter in the end; leaving everyone with the idea that we invented Post-it notes!)

This is my 50th posting as well. I wasn't sure whether or not I'd write this much, but here it is. I hope everyone has enjoyed the material I've written and you're always welcome to make any comments. It's really awesome to see people from around the world read this blog. I will continue to give you all the best perspective I can as an adult with Asperger's Syndrome. God Bless.

Song of Inspiration [Check it out on iTunes or Android!]:

Song: "Good Times"

Artist: Manic Drive

Album: Epic

Here's the music video to Good Times!
Sorry for the size. The caption reads "This is me giving the thumbs up. I'm not sure why."


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