"It's 25 years already!!!" said the forwarded email. Can I believe it? I can. I totally can. Yesterday alone felt like 100 years. That said, it was also yesterday that I decided against attending my Accountancy Leaving Certificate exam, opting instead to sit in the Garden of Remembrance, failing to remember the explanation that I must have heard somewhere along the way as to why I would even consider attending my Accountancy Leaving Certificate Exam. Yesterday, 25 years ago.
I'm not going. I hate those guys.
But hey! I might venture into a pub on an adjacent night, and sit with a select few, and chew, chew it all over, while we have a few. Maybe talk about Gerry. Talk about Kerry. Talk about Jules. Those times, those were hard times. But oh how I felt. So much feeling. Like never before nor since. I'm scared of the remembering of that. Of all the joy I felt and all the pain I was in and what a terrible, terrible person this made of me. And I'm scared of looking into their old man faces to see the reflection of my own.
I got a school reunion coming up. I need to get my story straight.
Got my own 20 year notification for the same event last week.
ReplyDeleteFirst thought: I need to get my story straight. Second thought: I'm not going, I hate rugby.
But it would be nice to talk about Gerry.