It really was great to see both my college friends Sarah and John last Friday at the Trinity College Reunion. Sarah hasn't changed a bit - still as full of fun and life as ever. John, on the other hand, looks like he has lived what we used to call wryly 'a full and prosperous life' (yes, matey, I'm saying you've put on weight! Ha, ha.) It was great to see the other guys too - Martin and Imre and Jonathan and Stuart and Mike and Dan and David and everyone else. A room full of familiar faces, albeit slightly the worse for gravity's cruel pull.
However... (deep breath)... it was quite a lot for me to process really. It had been 24 years since I first went to Trinity, 21 years since I left and 17 years since I had last even darkened its door to pick up my MA. And to say time is a great healer is as trite as it is wrong. There was still lots of stuff for me to come to terms with and (re)evaluate. Frankly I still burn with some quite painful memories but (as I happily discovered) there were some really great ones to recollect too. Although I didn't exactly get an opportunity to exorcise my demons I did finally get a chance to talk about them. Which did help. Who says therapy doesn't work, huh? And indeed chatting to friends after I got back from the reunion over this past weekend gone has been strangely cathartic too. By actually vocalising my personal experiences with the unholy Trinity: Love Unreturned, Love Unrequited and Love with Menaces I think I'm actually starting to come to terms with what happened to me back then. In fact I might even go as far as to say that I am actually now feeling better about what happened and indeed myself. Which can't be bad, right?
And if truth be told I am probably quite looking forward to going to the next reunion 5 years hence. Now there's something I didn't thing I'd be saying a week ago.