I went to the reunion of my junior high class at a café in South Jakarta. I’m sorry to say that I couldn’t recognize any of my old friends saved for a few persons. I even didn’t remember one of my quite close friends back then. Damn... They all looked so different. Many of the girls were wearing hijabs, and one ar two chicks were dressed like sluts. And the boys… Well, I mean guys, they also were so different. I knew Yoyo because I met him last year when I was with my brother, and he worked for a financial institution which had my brother’s office as its client. There were also DC and Baldy. I knew them instantly because we went to the same elementary school. And I gotta say because DC had been my first boyfriend. :p
I didn’t mingle much. I wasn’t really in the mood. I never like school reunions. It pisses me off when I couldn’t place someone’s face, then he/she would say, ‘Don’t you remember me? How could you?’ How should I react to that, dammit? I think we all should wear nametags to save the embarrassment of not remembering everyone’s names.
Right. I hadn’t been an outgoing person. So sue me… I didn’t talk much back in school days. At least in junior high. Reminiscing, junior high years were almost forgotten. I don’t have striking memories of it. I just breezed through those years. I couldn’t even be sure of who my best friends were back in those days. Crazy, huh? But what’s even weirder was that almost all of them remembered me! Did it mean that I didn’t change much, or that I have bad memory?
I didn’t have anything to talk about. I didn’t have any memories to share. I just listened to them, laughed at the right times, staring at some persons trying to remember them. All to no avail. It’s all hazy. I was like in another dimension. I guess I took the wrong decision to come to the reunion.And there’s gonna be another one next month. I hope it coincides with an event so I’ll have a legit reason not to come. :D
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