I was recently invited to a reunion of classmates. Honestly, I didn’t want to go. I’ll tell you the reasons now.
I went to a reunion 35 years ago. I had moved to another city after high school and it was inconvenient for me to drive to such reunions. I used social media to find out how my classmates were doing, but I wasn’t particularly interested in their fate.
After the meeting of former classmates I came back in a depressed mood. That’s when I decided that this was the first and last time. In memory, people remain as they were at school. But in reality everything is different…
There’s Sarah, for example. She was my first love. When I saw a sleepy gray-haired woman without teeth trying to flirt with me, I grabbed my heart. She never got married in all those years, because she couldn’t make a choice in anyone’s favor. And now no one is calling, because her image is a total disgust.
My school friend, with whom I sat at the same desk, also went downhill. He was old beyond his years, and poverty did not suit him. And when I saw his wife, I was taken aback. If he used to be the local cheerleader, now he’s become a whippersnapper. He even goes to the bathroom with his wife’s permission.
Six classmates have already died. How rotten life is…
Anyway, it wasn’t a reunion, it was a booze party. Cheap and disgusting. I was ashamed to be in such surroundings. The same gossip in the bathroom, the same cigarettes, the same unwarranted ponces. I’d rather not see them anymore, to keep something good in my memory.
