All, Some or None
I miss some people a lot, a little, not at all….or AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE.
Yes, that sounds harsh but it’s the way it is. I joined my High School Alumni page but only to see the old click still trying to grab the spotlight at times. Or I am seeing the progress of our old building being torn down and feel….nothing. Nothing at all. I can barely remember most of my teachers or classes I took.
Someone commented on how The Ramp in the main common area was covered in river gravel at one point. I have zero memory of that.
It’s kind of sad that is my history there. Just a grey cloud. But maybe its also good. I know some kids “peaked” in High School and never felt that important or noticed outside the classroom door. Maybe that’s why the shy ones, the underdogs sometimes flourish post-graduation. Sometimes.
Some are like Uncle Rico in Napoleon Dynamite. Trying to get that one moment back.
Other classmates before, during and after my time there are sad and nostalgic about the demolition.
Maybe I would be too if my parents didn’t divorce and I had a “normal” life during that time. But instead I was just trying to get through each day with the promise of graduating and moving forward. To where? I had no idea back then. I just know I would be able to be somewhere else, and eventually out on my own, unburdened. Do I still blame my parents? Maybe not. For it forced me to grow faster and be more independent earlier in life.
I’d say more responsible…but that took longer. 😉
I now see this trend with a lot of people and things in my life. My military unit is a huge one. Once I hit the 15th anniversary of my retirement, I finally accepted that it’s over and
I could never go back. I know that wasn’t realistic. I was just trying to hold onto that momentum and feeling of belonging. But I started to see the politics, drama, BS, nepotism, dirty back room deals and now…I have let it all go. (Not the memory of the good things…just those people) Sadly, some people I actually care about and miss are unfortunately collateral damage.
Because attending an event would involve seeing the “non-gratis people. “
I’ve also worked too hard to adjust to my new “normal” and my work/life balance. They say to cut toxic people out of your life, and it actually works. They also say to not let people live Rent Free in your head.
I will never visit some of my old workplaces. For they all eventually crashed and burned. Toxic culture, horrendous management…etc. As my best friend would say: “Little Cubicle Empires”.
Even at my current job, they exist. BUT….I somehow fell into that small niche with the total opposite outcome. A supportive boss, co-workers and a client who “loves” us. I also get to use my hands and mind for good and productive purposes. I’m supporting heroes again.
My self-imposed exile is necessary. I’m finally happy, more or less and rediscovering myself finally.