Rant #3,560:Should I Stay Or Should I Go?

That is something I have been asking myself for the past few weeks.

Do I attend or do I not attend, that is the question.

Sorry Shakespeare, but what I am vacilating back and forth on is my 50th high school reunion.

It was announced a few weeks ago, to be held in September 2025.

It is going to be held locally, and do I go or do I not go?

As I have spoken about many times here, I had a very difficult time in high school.

We moved from Queens right before the school year began, and quite frankly, I never really fit into the Massaoequa High School atmosphere at the time.

Very cliquey, very stuck up, very isolated, and very show busy.

I couldn't make friends, and for the first and only time in my life, I completely lost my confidence, and I suffered during those four years of high school.

What should have been the best years of my life were actually the opposite.

I was "a man withhout a country," and it is a time where I really could not get my feet on the ground.

But I tried, and tried, and tried.

Nothing worked.

I did not go to the prom, did nit get a class ring, and have absolutely no idea where my yearbook is.

Once I got to college, everything came back to me, and grad school was good, too.

But those high school years ... better forgotten.

So to revisit those years, 50 years later--

I just don't know.

I already went to one reunion, the year after graduation. We had excess money in the class' account, and we had to spend it, so we had a reuuion after just one year.

I was the first one there, and the first one to leave.

I discovered that one major reason that I never fit in with the rest of my class is that I had very little in common with them.

Most of the people in my class had lived in Massapequa their entire lives, and I came in from a much different place, background and upbringing.

Massapequa High School at the time was "Hollywood East" with the likes of Brian Setzer, Jerry Seinfeld, Jessica Hahn and Joey Buttufuocco walking the same school halls as I did.

(And yes, I also went to school with Marv Albert's nephew ... think Marv with blond hair, and you got his nephew, and he was nasty and stuck up as could be.)

And yes, in today's terms, I guess you can say I was bullied; I had plenty of fights and altercations, but my Queens background certainly helped me in those areas.

I did make a few friends at the end, but that was senior year, so it was a bit too late. 

I doubt thst any of them will be at the reunion; I know that two of them moved out to California, and quite frankly, if they came, I don't think I would have much in common with them.

So with all of this, do I go to the reunion or not?

It is something I will ponder over the next few months.

And I won't be too surprised that if I do go, I am, once again, the first one there and the first one to leave 

It wouldn't surprise me in the least.