I have gotten some emails from my alma mater, Cleveland Heights High School. My twenty year reunion is coming up. Class of ’91.
I’m not going. I don’t really know anyone from my class anyway.
But it’s a reminder. A clock that time is passing. Time is measured both by the clock and by events in your life.
A typical career is around 40-50 years.
This is the beginning of half-way through that.
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Maybe I should go. I have another day to decide…
I skipped out on my 10th at the last minute. Then later I realized it was kind of fear/anxiety driven, and have regretted it. 20th is next year. I’m gonna make myself go. Might have a bad time, but there will be at least 1 person there who will make me feel better about those bad times (by becoming a fatass). Schadenfreude to the rescue!