The swans.
Those people who show up at their high school reunions because they were ugly ducklings in high schools and now want to show their former non-friends how beautiful and successful they have become.
A high school reunion is like birdwatching. Really exciting if you're into standing around watching the flock. A bit of a letdown if you expect peacocks around every corner.
It is much better to be an eagle than a swan. Always proud and constantly soaring towards new horizons. A distinctive bird with a dedicated following. Endangered and precious.
Then there are the loons. A large group that ranges from slightly unbalanced individuals to fucking crazy fools. Those who pop anxiolytics like they are made with icing sugar. Religious nuts fall into this group. Big eyed lunatics who approach you and feel that they are your blood brother for life because you worked on a social studies project with them in the tenth grade.
I have no idea why the hell I am even contemplating the high school reunion.
"Wow. You turned out great! Good for you."
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