As these men age, they realized, the importance, of their former classmates, and so, they get together regularly, to just, catch up with each other, and this became, a safe kind of an outlet to vent, so to speak, translated…
As I started working, it’d been, five years ago, since I’d gotten an invitation from my middle school class reunion. Because I was in an all-boys’ middle school, there was no chance of meeting someone hot, and because I’d just started working, and I’d needed to establish myself, I’d not gone. A year later, I’d received another invitation, and finally, I’d, worked up the courage, to go see everybody.
not my photograph…
Because back then, I’d not considered myself to be too accomplished, other than owning a cheap sedan, I’d not yet gotten married, or have a house either, I’d prepared myself, to get made fun of, but, as the group of us, older men met together, we’d not compared ourselves to how one another had been faring, instead, we’d gotten together, to complain about the smaller things in our lives to one another.
After a few beers, we’d gotten more and more into the discussions, the single men complained about how they’d not have enough money, the married bunches would complain about their wives, those who’d quitted their jobs, complained on their former bosses, the commuters had complained on and on, on matter of national n4ews………compared to back then when we’d started comparing who has the most beautiful girlfriend, now, it seems, that our lives are consisting of getting beaten down, getting back up, over, over, and over again.
Maybe some of you might think, that as men, we must have a wide open perspective, that we’d needed to complain less, and work harder, but, actually, we had, a ton of sorrows too! So, we’d taken advantage of our class reunions, and, we’d, started pouring our hearts out, giving one another the encouragements we search too hard for, and, as we turn to leave, all of the complaints seemed to have, dissipated and vanished, and, we have, this renewed strength, to keep on, working hard in life once more.
not my photograph still…
The simple thought of class reunions from back then, turned into regular gatherings now, this, was outside of my expectations completely! We probably became more deeply connected now when we gathered together, to chat on everything in life, compared to back when we were in middle school, I’m thinking…
This, is the importance of having social supports, for men, and, says who men can’t share things inside their hearts? This is a group of closely related men, who went to the same middle school together, who’d made it their goals, to gather together every now and then, regularly, to share the goings on of their separate lives, and, after each and every one of these “reunions”, I’m sure, that they all walked away, with something new, and leaving something old behind…
Life, the Obstacle Course 