Attended my small school (52 seniors) 50th in 2017. We had such a good time, and because several classmates had died, we decided to get together annually from now on, since none of us seems to be getting any younger. 20 of us got together this past Saturday for our 57th. We just do an informal potluck that we all enjoy - no stress, no pressure, just relax and visit. One guy attended who I haven't seen since graduation didn't recognize me well enough to recall my name. I said, "I'm Steve. There were 4 Steves, so you have a 25% chance to guess." He was still cogitating, so I said, "Remember our birthdays and getting busted by the county deputies with the keg of beer at the gravel pit near Allen's ranch?" Then he remembered me, and we had a good laugh.
You might be surprised about them now……we’re all in the same clique now, old farts!
I hear ya…..sometimes better to leave shit alone!