Last Friday was St. Patrick’s Day, which most people use an excuse to party hard all weekend long. I certainly took advantage of this. Plus I’m Irish, so it’s almost like a crime. I expected to go out and have a fun time, that certainly happened. What I was not expecting was to run into someone from my past.
I’m just going to say it, I was a weird kid in high school. Definitely wasn’t popular. If you had to label me I would be a theatre/band nerd. My friends and I thought it was cool to hang around school taking pictures and obsessing over boys. We had nicknames for the boys we were obsessed with and everything. I look back on that time in my life and just question all the stupid shit I did. Personally, I’d like to think I became cooler in college and upgraded from just plain old loser to cool loser. I have fond memories from high school, but I don’t want to relive them with anyone who I wasn’t friends with at the time.
Fast forward to Friday night, I had just finished having a corn beef and cabbage dinner with my grandparents, parents, and sort of boyfriend. We’re Irish and that’s what you do. I call up my friend Will to see what he’s up to and he’s at this bar near my house that he frequents. My sort of boyfriend and I are a little tired, so this sounds like a good plan for us and decided to meet up with him.
For the most part I tend to avoid the bars in my town like a plague. They’re mostly crowded with old people or lame.The only one I will go to is the place my friend Will frequents because his family is famous there and it’s a nice place.
I walk in to find a slightly tipsy Will who escorts us to the bar where these group of people my age are. One turns to look at me and is like “Becky!” I am shocked as this kid, John, who I went to high school with recognizes me. This is not an old high school friend, this is someone who I went through school with from elementary to high school. He was definitely more a part of the popular crowd and I don’t think we’ve ever really talked that much. I’m pretty sure he was in one of my elementary school classes, but other than that we haven’t had much interaction. It was very shocking to me. I say again, I was a weird nobody!
I know what you’re going to say. You recognized him, why shouldn’t he recognize you? Well, I have always had a very strong memory and am really good with names/faces. If I’ve met you, the next time we I most likely remember your name and who you are. I’m aware that not many people have this ability, so not to look weird I sometimes pretend to not know if you have no idea who I am.
Back to the main subject, it’s still surprising to me and I can’t help but wonder what he thought. I don’t think I’m very different from the girl I was in high school. Really, I’ve just upgraded. Unfortunately he never was like “You’ve come out of your shell,” or anything like that. So I’m left wondering.
Ironically, he was like, “Do you remember me?” I assured him I did, I have an excellent memory. I would most likely recognize many of the people I went to high school with. Especially the ones that went to my elementary school. He seemed just as surprised that I remembered him as I was that he remembered me. Maybe the fact is that you just remember the people you spent year after year going to school with.
Then again, in this same weekend I bumped into another person I went to high school with. Different night, and far away from my town. I only went to middle school and high school with him, but I definitely had WAY more interactions with him than John. This other kid signed my year book and we talked to each other. I stopped him in the bar to say hi, and he remembered my name but was definitely not as quick with my name as John.
The whole experience was just so strange. It’ll be interesting to see what happens when there’s actually some sort of high school reunion announced.
P.S. This other kid from my high school was also at the bar Friday night. Had no idea who he was, but he didn’t know who I was so it’s all good. So I guess my memory is not as perfect as I think it is.