Naturally getting stared at in the street is unnerving. Getting stared at by two women is just plain bizarre and hardly something I’m used to on a daily basis. So when I was passing a cafe earlier and two women sat outside looked up and then started staring, their gaze following me as I passed, I naturally turned back to take a look at them.
One of them grinned at me leaving me wondering if I was getting mugged while my attention was diverted, however she then goes;
“You don’t remember us, do you?”
She went on to explain she and her friend were at school with me, once upon a time and remember me from a short story (or ‘book’ as I naively described it back then) that they had read of mine. Rather surprisingly the one chatting to me still has a copy of that short story…surprising because even I haven’t managed to keep hold of a copy of that one.
I found it strangely embarrassing though, both the fact that they remember me from school and also because they remember my ‘book’. My school days were never much of an enjoyable experience for someone quite as shy and withdrawn as I was back then but the fact that I was given a reminder of them on top of being reminded of some of my early writing, which quite frankly stunk, is also embarrassing.
I have a feeling I’ll never want to go to a school reunion. A lot of sitcoms I’ve watched cover the traumas of reunions with schoolmates, yet none of them are wrong when they say it makes you feel like you’re an awkward teenager again. 
All this aside though…it’s nice to have people who like my writing. 
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