some false memories
Sometime this afternoon, Alan Rickman told me not to go to my high school class reunion. Of course I was sleeping at the time and it was a dream where this valuable piece of information was given to me. As to why my mind chose him to be the messenger is beyond me. I thought that he was amusing in Dogma, but I don't actively seek out films that include him. Nor do I see him as a source of knowledge or psychological insight. Maybe I took the angel as messenger motif to heart and used it for my own purposes.
Obviously this question of whether or not I should attend has been on my mind for some time now with various pros and cons. For example, I readily acknowledge and agree with the fact that if these people were truly my friends, I would still be talking with them and not have to be corralled together for an evening. On the other side of the argument is the slightly perverse desire to see what these people did with their lives after they were released from the odd confines of high school. Did they slide into a world of squalor? Did they become their parents without realizing it? Did they change at all?
Alan said that after the initial formalities of being introduced, people will no doubt fall into their old circle of friends and I suspect that that will be true. This of course leads me to wonder if any of my old circle will be there. Will I be a circle of one? Do I care?