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Monday, September 29, 2008

Still glowing

I supppose I should have read the last post to know what exactly I said about the reunion so that I don't repeat myself. I suppose there is a lot that I should do that I don't... writing from the hip is more fun than careful construction [sorry Mr. Trapp]. However, I must now be more observant of proofreading protocols since I've mocked some on the dating websites for suck a lapse in publishing judgement.
It's late Monday evening and I am still rapturously happy from Saturday. Part of it has to do with He Who, taking my measure from Her, and being around people that I haven't seen in a while. As has always been my habit, I spent several minnutes in observation. I found myself left standing somewhere when the groups split and mingled and new people came in. In those alone moments I watched. I guess it used to creep people out when I did that in elementary school. I didn't know no one else did it; I just thought I was bad at hiding it. But I watched as the usual groups would coalesce from the mass: Wayne, Jeff, Sean Ramsdell, Corwin and the spouses attached, Newman, Blashill, Rhodes and others; Ready, Curtis, Sherwin; Popp, Raven, McLaughlin; Ludwig and Finnila floated among a couple of groups and then there was Geri, Paulie and me floating around in and out of every group. Then the groups would all blend together for several minutes before breaking apart and reforming into new groups.
As everyone was in their regular group I felt like everything was right. This was the class I remembered. But the amazing thing is the way that the groups would coalesce without the thing that used to be there between us all. At the reunion we were in groups and subgroups not cliques. the malice and indifference was gone. Finally, just like Mr. Powers said it would.
It used to be that I would get suspicious if someone from a clique smiled in my direction for too long. And then I would wait for the attack. In highschool it never came, it was a learned elementary school response [stupid Pavlov]. The smiles were genuine, as were the hugs.
All in all...
deep breath and slow, healing exhale, "aaaah"

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