Monday, September 7, 2009

and you, and you, and you were there....


So, I had this dream last night. I was attending a class reunion. It was held, of course, at the Target store in Farmington. We were all just sort of hanging out at the front, near customer service. There were even booths ( I had my nails done). Later there was a helicopter and other amazing dream sort of things, but here's the kicker. At the reunion everyone was holding invitations that they had received from other classmates to private parties, some people had several, but everyone had at least one. Except me. I was of course very polite and ignored them but inside I was dying, you know, like you did when you were sixteen and felt left out. How is it possible, at the ripe old age of thirty-two, that my subconscious is still insecure about high school? Good grief.

6 comments:

Andrea said...

Angie, this is hilarious. I'm so glad I don't have dreams about high school very often! NIGHTMARES!!! Who DOESN'T feel insecure about high school? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

Linn said...

Um, I can guarantee you I wouldn't be going to a party you are not invited to. Because I adored you then. Still do.

Linn said...

PS. Everyone does Andrea. Isn't that the beauty of it? :)

Amber said...

Too funny! I can't believe I cared so much what others thought. Middle school and high school are so much a Lord of the Flies experience.

Steph and Andrew said...

I miss you! :(

Adri said...

So funny, Angie. Sorry about the invitations, but at least you got your nails done! ;) By the way, you were invited to my party, but I sent out evites.

Oh, crazy dreams!