I’m such a reminiscer at heart. I know that’s not an actual word, but I’m an author, so I guess I have poetic licence? Lol.
So, yeah, I’ve always loved to reminisce. Of the good and happy stuff, really, cause you can’t call it reminiscing if you’re thinking about sad things, right?
Anyway, reminiscing is one of my favourite pastimes. I like it just as much as I like to fantasize, only I indulge in both occasionally because living in the moment matters far more.
But yeah, more than reminiscing, I like to reminisce with someone who shares the memory, and more than anything, I like to reminisce about high school.
How can I say this in a way that wouldn't reveal how excited I am. I don’t get to do it often, so the one time a year, or so, that I do it, I’m sure to make the most out of it.
I’m sure many of us may relate to this: High school is truly one of the best times in an individual’s life. The caged freedom, the faux innocence, the uninhibited joy of youth, the life-long friendships that transcend time and distance, the decadent euphoria that comes with being in a place where you felt truly understood.
All of that was and is beyond beautiful. Yes, it could have moments that can be recorded as one of the worsts of your life, like I had. Trust me, my high school experience was something else. But even that contained a certain thrill. At least, it does now.
Couple of days back, one of my closest friends came over to my house. We’ve been friends for about 12 years, and have spent 95% of those years in each other’s company, and so we talked. A lot. About the good times and the bad ones.
We laughed so hard, and at some point, we started crying, as well. Consoled each other. Forgave each other. Hugged, and it was just a cathartic moment for me. I felt so much better after I said some things I couldn’t say in the last nearly six years. So, it was a much needed emotional cleansing.
This evening, however, was different. It started from a random video I posted were a creator took us back to our boarding school days, with all its shenanigans, and whatnot. Best replied to it, and from there, we went down memory lane. In the last more than two hours, we have laughed loud and long, because the drama back then can’t be put into words, but we managed to, and made (still making) the most out of it.
So, this is rather impulsively written, and I guess that’s what qualifies it as a befitting midnight post. It will be about 11:30 pm when I make this post, here in Nigeria, and I started writing it about twenty minutes prior to this time. I would have written something else had this not happened, so I'm glad I could do this.
Big shout out to 
Images are mine.
