I decided not to go to my (ENTER HIGH NUMBER-th) college reunion. Yes, yes...I know...LAME. Mostly, I felt that it's too far and expensive, but also I just don't know if I can stand around and talk about kids and schools and mortgages because, well, I don't have to send my kids to school because I don't have any, and I live in a rent control apartment and in White Upper Middle Class Northeast culture it's the equivalent of living in your parents' basement on unemployment and video game focus group stipends. Not procreating or entering upper-management? WHAT HAPPENED?
I'm not ashamed of my life. Well, a little. I'm not taking any spa weekends or shopping online for my shoe purchases (well, I am, but minus the "purchase" part) but I am paying my bills without killing myself or spending 10 hours a week on the freeway listening to NPR and wondering how my commute contributes to my back problems and thigh width.