Aug 4, 2007

Green-eyed monster

Two jealousy-inducing developments over recent days:

1. I received an invitation to my 10-year high school reunion. How can I face that crowd? It's bad enough I'm not off gallavanting overseas (hence giving me a good excuse to say "No way, Jose!"), I'm about 10kgs too big for a reunion, and have yet to achieve my goals of world domination and uber-fame. I will just be going as Natalie - that big-haired, attention-seeking chick who talks on the radio.

2. I joined Facebook. Now if there's one place you're BOUND to link up with people you'd managed to forget existed it's there. I've seen profiles of people I haven't thought about in over half a decade. And of course, they're all off overseas, or working funky jobs, doing this, doing that - basically having lives ten times more exciting than mine.

You see, my inbuilt green-eyed monster kinda resembles Godzilla. God help me if I ever go nuclear - I'll be crushing Tokyo in no time. To be honest, I really do love what I have in my life and am proud of my achievements. But my problem is I believe I could have/should have done more - much more. Much, much more. For example:
  • I am not a ultra-glamourous yet highly respected actor. Why is that?
  • I am not hosting my own radio and/or TV show. What happened there?
  • I do not have my own clothing/shoe/make-up line. Any clues?
  • I do not have my doctorate in English literature or history. I mean, come on!
  • I have not published an amusing chick-lit book that's serialised in New Idea. Gah?
  • I am not running a charitible orphanage in Africa. (OK, fine, I just added that to look noble).
I know I come across as horribly ungrateful - I know, I know. I can picture my mother right now "Natalie! Don't be jealous of other people, there's no need!! You don't want to end up like insert-family-member-here". And she's right, I don't.

So, gentle readers, what do I do? Do I avoid the reunion, or will I regret it? Do I seek out "school" people on Facebook, or preserve my sanity and concentrate on drawing graffiti pictures for current amigos?

There is one thing for certain though - it's crash diet time. If I can drop five kilos between now and the reunion, at least I might feel confident about how I look. Oh my goodness... I think I just heard the sound of my last sensible brain cell dribbling out of my left ear...


  1. It will'll be famous!!

  2. GC,

    School reunions, to me, seem to be for those who want to grasp onto the past, or show off what that have now.

    We are all different now, and I, for one, have no intention of reliving the days of my life that were so full of angst and emotional pain. My school days certainly were not the best days of my life.

    If even thinking of going to a reunion is giving you heartburn and sleepless nights, might I be so bold as to suggest that you just file it away in the "maybe next time as I have to wash my hair that night" file.

  3. Ah, Rastas, if only I were so wise as you!

    I certainly fall into the latter of your two categories - I was never the popular one at school so I don't care about that, but it would be nice to remind them all of how fantastic I am. ;)

    I've got a fair while before I have to decide yet, but I think I'm only going to go if I can just relax and roll with it. Sure, I probably won't STICK to that plan once I'm there, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions. ;)

  4. :) Now I know why I didn't go to my 10 year reunion (apart from it being in SA).... I'm nowhere near as accomplished as you.

    If you feel this angst ridden, I would have been a basket case.

    I would have only gone to mine to see who had the 8-9 year old kids.... and there would have been a few of them.

  5. I had exactly the same anxieties before going to mine last year - and it turned out to be a rocking night. With the extra kilos and all.

    I think the bottom line is, people are way too concerned with their own insecurities to be bothered worrying about yours. And gees woman, the radio chick on 4BC, plus having travelled the world, shacked up with a lovely man, owning your own apartment, organised an Improvfest and be regularly performing...that is pretty impressive!!!!!! :-)