Reunions In My Mind

 


     So the past few days, I’m seeing on my Facebook News Feed pictures of reunions of komiks writers (which I used to be) and editors. Reunions, plural,  meaning these are reunions/parties held in different years (always around Christmas and New Year). And I realized I wasn’t there, that I haven’t attended even a single reunion. I was invited to many of these gatherings, I acquiesced to some of them, but still I didn’t attend, preferring to stay at home, drinking alone, staring at the wall or watching some paint dry while listening to Simon & Garfunkel’s I Am A Rock.

     But now, looking at these photos, and how the people there seemed jovial and in high spirits, I probably should have attended. The food seemed delicious and beer, of course, is free. Tsk! It was a terrible mistake missing these gatherings. I probably would have had a grand time being in these partie—Wait, somebody sent me a private message, it’s from a friend who’s also a writer and he’s inviting me to a safety-protocols-fulfilling post-New Year party.

     I started typing a reply. I am sorry, I can’t attend, I have a date on that day with Gal Gadot.

     I sighed in relief when he said Ok and didn’t insist. I just hope he believed my alibi.

     Then I continued writing my New Year’s resolutions: 1. I will stop being an introvert and be more sociable this year...

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