Class Reunion

A 1,600 mile road trip and some hard truths.

Scott A. Weiss

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Paul’s heart weighed heavy with loneliness and desperation as he embarked on his journey from St. Paul to Seattle to attend his 30 year high school reunion. Each passing mile was tainted with the bitter realization that true connection eluded him. As he drove, he found solace in the intricate fantasies that danced through his mind, creating a parallel world where he could live out his disassociated dreams.

The road stretched endlessly before him, mirroring the vast expanse of his isolated existence. Within the confines of his car, Paul wove intricate narratives of friendships and companionship. In these vivid fantasies, he was the beloved center of attention, admired and understood by all. But deep down, he knew these were illusions, figments of his troubled mind.

With each passing mile, Paul delved deeper into his elaborate daydreams. He envisioned arriving at the waterfront home in his exclusive childhood community, where the high school reunion was to take place. In this world of his own making, his former classmates embraced him with open arms, captivated by his charm and allure. It was a place where he could belong, where his deepest desires were realized.

Finally, Paul arrived at the grand reunion house, his heart aflutter with anticipation. He stepped out of his car, ready to embrace the world he had constructed within his mind. As he entered the opulent mansion, he marveled at the familiar faces of his classmates. In this realm of his creation, he reveled in their adoration, their unwavering attention. It was a world where he could be seen, understood, and accepted.

But as the night progressed, a sense of disquiet settled within Paul’s soul. Despite the apparent fulfillment of his fantasies, a gnawing emptiness persisted. He realized that his elaborate illusions were just that — fabrications that couldn’t replace genuine human connection. No matter how vividly he painted his world, it would forever be a solitary existence, confined to the walls of his disassociated mind.

In the wake of this realization, Paul stood at a crossroads. He understood that the path he had traveled, the one of desperate yearning and detached fantasies, was a road to nowhere. Yet, in the depths of his heart, he…

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Scott A. Weiss

Author, freelance writer and self-employed recruiter. Bylines in the Daily Beast, Seattle Times, Classic Rock Magazine, LouderSound.