I didn't know until I went back to a basketball reunion at my high school, that I didn't have as many friends as I'd thought in HS. I thought back then, I was popular, but at that reunion almost no one remembered me. Only one woman I rode with on the school bus. In HS I was oblivious. I guess that's the way to go. It didn't bother me at all. As long as I had my few close friends and my wonderful sisters, that's all I needed.
Great column, Julie. And I still remember that night and the girl's name. Often wonder what happened to her and if she was ever sorry for that behavior.
Thank you!
You captured the session, took it beyond, and made it even more intimate. Loneliness...
Thanks so much, Bob!
I didn't know until I went back to a basketball reunion at my high school, that I didn't have as many friends as I'd thought in HS. I thought back then, I was popular, but at that reunion almost no one remembered me. Only one woman I rode with on the school bus. In HS I was oblivious. I guess that's the way to go. It didn't bother me at all. As long as I had my few close friends and my wonderful sisters, that's all I needed.
My hunch is we would all be surprised by one another’s internal chatter…
Great column, Julie. And I still remember that night and the girl's name. Often wonder what happened to her and if she was ever sorry for that behavior.
One of life's mysteries