Prom. It's just a dance. It's not even that important. I've had people tell me that they wish they wouldn't have gone. Those who are older and wiser say that it doesn't matter. I'm homeschooled, so it's not really an option for me anyway unless I make a lot of extra effort. The Homeschool Prom was a maybe, if I tried hard enough.
I tried. Things didn't work out, my group fell apart. I really didn't care. (really.) Until now.
My best friend just sent me a picture of her dress, and several other friends have pictures on facebook of their dresses, their dates, their dance, their food, etc.
And I *am* a girl. I don't even dance. But I enjoy (on the rare occasion) getting dressed up, having someone do my hair and makeup, taking 1000s of pictures in one evening, being told I'm beautiful. I like posing with friends, making special mixes, and buying picture frames, and being sparkly. I am a girl after all.
I spend a lot of time trying to convince myself and others that I'm different, that I'm not into stuff like that, I'd rather study/just be friends/not dance/wear jeans. And normally, that's true. But apparently, I'd really like to go to a flipping prom. I'd really like to take way too many pictures, slow-dance to a cheesy song, wear an uncomfortable dress, and eat a meal that's not that great.
Tonight, at least, I wanna be normal.
Dang it.
1 comment:
Yeah. I had that recently, too. But hey...when you come visit me, I'll teach you to swing dance. :)
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