"It's So Great To See All You Horrible People"

   Is what is running through your mind at every reunion you have ever attended. I get that kind of internal dialogue a lot when I go to parties back home where there are a bunch of people I went to high school with.
   It's a very weird thing where you can't not go, even though you won't have anything to say to those people from your past, most of whom you don't even like anymore. But you can't just not go. So you complain about it for weeks in advance, and even if you have a legitimate excuse not to go, you will somehow go out of your way to attend anyway. Why does that happen? I don't know, but someone needs to put that shit in the book of physics.
   And when you get there you kind of stand around near the pretzels for a while (even though, not unlike all these people, you don't even like pretzels) then you go to the bathroom and run into some people you used to know and you share general information about your boring lives. It goes like that all night pretty much.
   But the weirdest part is on the drive home where you're like, wow that was awful, but you don't regret going. And you'll go to the next one. It won"t be any better, and nobody will have anything better to say to you (because if their lives were all that different, they wouldn't be at the party).