A disturbing reminder of how little depth I had in high school.
Which reminds me… Two guys I probably hung out with the most in my high school years were Scott and Dave. We all went to different high schools, but we were all in the same youth group. We went through five different youth group leaders in the four and a half years we were in that group together (and then I had to join the college group).
We spent a lot of time goofing off, driving youth pastors to distraction… During our Mexicali mission trip we even invented “baño busting” together.
We spent so much time together that you’d think we had a significant relationship… until I ran into them again eight years ago. Scott’s sister was putting her child in the preschool my mother ran, they got to talking, numbers got exchanged, Scott called me up, and I spent an evening at his house. Dave came by. We chatted.
We had nothing to talk about. We could talk about punk rock, old Saturday Night Live episodes (we used to follow that show religiously), politics (slightly; they hadn’t kept up), God (slightly; same reason), people we knew, what’s been new in our lives… and that’s all. And I realized, to my horror, that our relationships (and, to a large degree, our personalities), were based on punk and
We haven’t talked since; and the whole experience weirded me out so much I decided to skip my 10-year high school reunion. (Which worked out well; our senior class president, who was supposed to be in charge of it, never put one together anyway.)
It made me quite aware of how superficial my life was… and more determined that it must not be that way. My blog is as superficial as I get.