Last weekend, thanks to some gentle prodding from a friend I’ve known since elementary school (but who I haven’t seen in 20 years), I made the last-minute decision to attend our 20th high school reunion. I leave later this week, and this morning I couldn’t help but think, over and over, “How do I talk to people I haven’t seen in 20 years?”
I mean, I can’t just walk up and say, “So, how’ve the last two decades been?” can I? Would anyone honestly try to answer?
THEN I started wondering: how do -I- answer that question if someone asks? I imagine myself standing and staring at them, a million images and moments flipping like a slide show in my head, with no answer but, “Good! You?” Such an empty answer.
I’ve had these lyrics on loop in my head all day today:
The irony: ask me, “Where have you been?”
I don’t know, I don’t know because I don’t know where to begin.
Carbon Leaf, “One Prairie Outpost”
Rational me knows it’ll be fine and we won’t end up standing and staring at each other all night. We’ll find a place to begin. I’m nervous and excited to see where we end up.