Old friends, bookends

A friend from high school got married the other weekend. I actually found out in a very round about way: I was in the doctor’s waiting room and I ran into a lady who works with my mother. She knows the mother of the friend and said “Oh, Such-and-such is getting married on Saturday”. I don’t know why I was so surprised at not having heard anything. I mean I haven’t heard from her—or most of them for that matter—since their graduation, a year before mine.

A few days later, I got an email from facebook informing me that Lynne, my best friend in highschool (now relegated to the status of acquaintance), has written on my “wall”. I checked it out and had a look at her profile and noticed some photos from the wedding. Most of the old gang were there.

The truly strange part about all this is that while it upset me to see their smiling faces, the fact remains that if I saw them in the street I would immediately get uncomfortable and leap into the nearest shop. So what’s up with that? It’s like I wanted to be invited even in the full knowledge that I would have declined. I think it is that none of them, Lynne excepted, have made any effort to contact me.

But then neither have I. Fuck, I hate feeling like this.