“Madness is the exception in individuals but the rule in groups.” – Nietzche
It’s because of a thing called “group behavior.”
It’s a fact that school bullies rarely get over the passionate hatred of their targets once they graduate and meet them again in the real world later. My old bullies are no exception. They may not admit it to anyone other than each other, but it’s still there- simmering under the surface. Not that I’m concerned about how they feel because I could care less. As long as they stay away from me, they can feel, think, and say whatever and however, they want. It’s of no concern to me.
What would concern me is that going to the next reunion would put me in physical danger. And let’s face it. People act much differently in large groups than they do on their own. In groups, humans will do things they usually wouldn’t do, and they’ll do it for the sole purpose of conforming.
Understand that a high school reunion will have at least fifty to a hundred people in attendance. And the bigger the group, the more compelled the people in it will be to conform.
For example: If twenty out of a hundred classmates attending this reunion decide to jump me, or even kill me, you can bet that for obvious reasons, none of those who stand by and watch would do a thing to help me. They probably wouldn’t so much as run and call for help.
Out of their loyalty for each other and hatred for me, the attendees would, more than likely, let me die. I wouldn’t put it past them. No way would they risk conflict and the possibility of being ostracized by the rest of the class. To be another, “usurper” like me. No way they would.
They’re didn’t years ago, and they wouldn’t do it today. It doesn’t matter how much older we are. They would value their status within the class more than they would the life of a person they never deemed a human being.
And people like them figure that if no one stops them, it can’t be wrong. Bystanders have a ton of influence. So, when they turn a blind eye to wrongdoing, they’ll likely become participants in it at some point. My classmates like each other and have a lot in common. And the one thing they share is their collective resentment and hate of certain people they decided weren’t worthy of human dignity. Therefore, this would only cement their collusion.
So, why would I even consider going? Going to this reunion would be suicide, and I value myself and my life way too much to put myself in that kind of danger.
The more people present when an emergency strikes, the more likely they’ll only ignore it. Any altruism they have will, more than likely, fly out the window when a person is a part of a large group. Even if cellphones have made it easier to call for help, we’ve seen video after video of vicious beatings and other crimes against fellow humans, where bystanders only stood around, laughed, and filmed the attack rather than use their phones to call for help.
Given the feelings of anger and resentment my classmates still have thirty years later, I wouldn’t put it past them to pull out their phones and begin filming in the event some of them attacked me. It’s precisely the mentality the majority of them still have, and it’s sad.
And most adults aren’t mature adults in this day and age. Adults today aren’t the adults of the ’70s, ’80s, or ’90s. Many of today’s adults, 55 and younger, have no morals nor integrity. The world today is much more evil, and many people have let hatred and immaturity overtake them because, in the current climate, it’s easier to survive in today’s world if you go along.
It’s hard to go high when everyone else goes low. Few people want to be the square peg in a group of round ones because it’s much too risky.
And many of my classmates may not think they’d stand back and watch another human being getting pulverized. After all, we all want to believe we’d do the right thing. But human nature is a fickle thing, and the compulsion to conform to a group is more potent than we realize.
This kind of stuff has happened too many times down through history- others looked the other way while the most brutal of atrocities were being committed.
This is not to say for absolute certain that they would resort to physically harming or killing another person because they may not. But there’s no way I can know for sure. And given all this, especially their past behavior, I’m not willing to take that chance. So, the best thing to do is to ensure my safety by avoiding them altogether.
So, if you were a target of bullying in school and you know for a fact that your classmates never resolved their hatred of you, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to go to any reunions, much less bring your spouse and kids to one. Sometimes distance is the safest bet.
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How amazing! I just addressed this same observation in my most recent post on Ragtag Daily Prompt. It is a sad thing that when people gather, it often an occasion for harm, even cruelty.
Absolutely! And when my classmates found out that I didn’t intend on coming, oh boy! They were furious! I wonder why. 😁 Thank you so much, for your kind words, Russell! I definitely want to read that post! I’m gonna to hope right over to your blog and read it!
Thank you for taking a look. Don’t you find it interesting that we both addressed the negative aspects of crowd behavior?
Yes I do. And all my posts were scheduled in December. I try to schedule a few months ahead just in case something happens- I get sick, injured and am rendered unable to write for a while. So it’s amazing that this post published around the same time yours did. I had a few more posts I’ve written about group behavior. I learned from experience in school then in the mid ’90s I began reading, studying, and researching bullying. It started when I found an article in a magazine about a boy who was horrifically bullied like I was and that article was a godsend. After reading that article, I finally realized that none of what I went through was all in my head like I’d been made to believe.
When I was a child, I had to endure bullying at home and at school. This had a profound impact on me psychologically. I did not feel safe anywhere. I ended up becoming a bully because it was the only thing I really knew. As I grew older, I developed a conscience, and the guilt that I felt over this behavior caused me to stop. I can recognize a bully from a mile away. As an adult, I’ve had to deal with them in the workplace. Pretty much every job I’ve ever had has come with somebody, usually in a position of authority, who thought that they could push me around. As you said, I learned to stand my ground and not give them the attention that bullies crave so desperately. It’s not easy just to walk away, but it works. ✌️
Wow! Your story sounds almost identical to mine in that I also became a bully. I have since had remorse over it, apologized to the people I hurt and has forgiven myself. I also dealt with bullies in the workplace but I always stayed a few steps ahead of them. I.could accurately predict their next moves and outflank them. And yes! Walking away is never easy but it works, as you said. Thank you so much for telling your story! Keep speaking out! ❤
Each time I visit your blog, I know that your posts are going to have an impact on me, enough to pause for a while if only to imagine life from a different perspective.
I’m so glad this blog is making a positive impact. I’m very grateful and humbled by your comment. Thank you so much. ☺❤
Agree. I have not attended any reunion at all after experiencing in real life what classmates can do to destroy you and your family. I don’t have FB & Insta for the same reason. Life’s too short not to meet great new friends and family out there.
I’m so sorry you dealt with such brutal treatment. Classmates are supposed to be like a second family, however that’s not the case for many people as your Classmates can be your abusers. And you’re so right, life is much too short not to meet good friends- TRUE friends who love youbfor you and all the good you bring to this world. Wishing you much love, peace, success, and happiness always! ❤
High school was a different world, and adulthood is another. The two will never be same because we all change as we mature whether for the good or bad. Anyways, there’s nothing much to know when people pretty post everything in their lives in social media. Reunion always reminds me of the movie Rommy & Michele. It was funny yes, but reminds us “ never change who you are for other people.” We are beautiful, successful, amazing just the way we are.
Absolutely right! Being yourself is the best thing you can do for yourself.
I don’t recall ever being interested in going to my class reunions.
That’s a good thing. It’s amazing how fast we outgrow our petty classmates.
Glad to have discovered your blog. You address an important issue and will be checking more of your posts
Thank you so much. I’m both honored and humbled. 🙂
Who remembers the classic scene from “Carrie” where the blood falls on her at the prom? I always imagine that happening to me if I attended any of my reunions. Wish there was such a thing as telekinetic powers to wreak havoc on those who destroyed us.
I remember it! And I cheered for her.