Fun with Old Friends

I was stepping off the "pot-pot" (note: a mode of transportation common in my hometown) when two motorcycles screeched to a halt behind me.

Old friends.

In no time at all, I was "kidnapped" (with consent) and found myself in a small, beautiful seaside resort.

There were around ten of us, more or less. We were all high school friends. Some of us go a long way back... as far as kindergarten.

We splashed around, laughed a lot, updated each other with our lives (and the lives of other people as well), ate junk food, and reminisced the good times.

The truth is, I'm mildly surprised. Surprised that I had fun. Because these people were not the people I hang out with back in high school.

These people were the fun lovers. The party people. I, on the other hand, was a more serious person. The stay-at-home type (because my parents are strict and do not allow me to go out after dark). And the people I used to hang around with were more or less of the same feather.

So although these were my friends, they were not "my crowd." And though I'm friendly and moderately sociable, I usually feel awkward and uncomfortable around other people.

I didn't feel that way this afternoon. I had a blast.

My world is expanding.