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Okay, I suck.
It's been a while.
Months in fact.
I didn't forget any of you. I just, I just...
I just suck.
But, I come to you today, my dear blogger friends, not only to apologize for abandoning the blogosphere (I do apologize - though I dare not guarantee you it won't happen again), but to ask all of you for your help and support. (Greedy bitch, I bet you're thinking, who does she think she is.)
I know - I SUCK. But I'm kinda desperate.
You see, this weekend I am embarking on a trip back in time. Back home. To the East Coast. My 30th high school reunion. Yes. Gag. 30th. High school. Reunion.
And...well... I'm nervous. Because despite the fact that I've grown into what I believe is a good person with a full life, great friends and an incredible family, I still wonder when I walk into that room...
Will anyone like me?
Gag.
This is not me! This insecurity, the feelings of inadequacy, the misfit-ness. This is the person who I was. Or, at least, who I thought I was. I don't know... And do I need to know? Why do all these feelings have to surface just because I'm about to see people I haven't seen in 30 years? People who mean nothing to me today?
Or do they?
Facebook. Suddenly, with the upcoming event, classmates are popping up out of nowhere. Creaky doors to decades gone by are slowly opening, drawing me into their darkened space. I can feel the power swelling. Will what's inside be a pleasure... or a Pandora's box?
I'm not sure I want to reunite with the old me. Who was the old me anyway? I'm about to see her in classmate's eyes, hear about her in their recollections. Did I know her as well as I thought I did? Was she better or worse than the figment of my imagination? What DID people think of me? What WILL people think of me? Will my hair look okay?
I have paid too much money and spilled my guts to too many highly-trained strangers for all this emotional sludge to be backing up on me now. I am waaaaay too old and tired for these pubescent spirals.
Please, I beg of you, oh-so-wise- blogger friends, offer me some pearls of wisdom so that I may walk into this magical mystery time warp the sane, self-confident woman that I am today.
Or am I?
