First: This won't be done in my usual tone. I'm going for "poetic".
And here we go...
The Dance: A time to socialize. A time for the girls to dress up (I never remember how nice all the girls look at dances. I mean, they look nice normally but they really change when they aren't in school) and the guys to put on a collared shirt (not much of a change for me).
The Dance was, as it will always be, a mess of relationships. Human relationships (damn the caveman who thought of rubbing two sticks together!), of course. By far more advanced than other mammals.
Other animals, in fact.
It was a mess of the feelings that are buzzing through our brain, of indecisiveness, and of the age we are at.
Puberty is a kind of weird word to read, so I'm going to steer clear of it.
A mess of regret, and anger, and sadness, and...
Gioni is going out with Maddie?
A mess of annoying popular people making fun of Tim and me (yes, that's correct: Tim and me). A mess of rumors.
A mess of everything.
Not for me, of course. Well, yes. A mess for me, but I don't blog about that. But there is...
No. I cannot mention that here. It is hardly the proper forum. Hardly...
My dad's trying to trick me into watching "The Mummy". Psh. Yeah right.
But of course, jokes were made. All of them. The bad ones, the good ones, the innapropriate ones, the ones with swearing.
All of them.
And for one night. Just one night, we...
All of us. All of the friends I have. And some that hate me. And some that hate me because I'm ugly but don't actually know me (yeah). And some that give me funny looks because they don't understand my jokes, or heard them in skewed context. All of us.
We glimpsed the future. Beneath all of our nerdiness, and all of the drama. We saw ourselves bigger. And we saw the end game. And we had regrets.
We can't all be as lucky as Jeff and Maeve were. They were so lucky. It's perfect. Well this is a good train of thought but it's hard to add. So just pretend this paragraph didn't happen.
But did our ways change?
Of course not. But I gained something, as I have from every dance:
My life is not a soap opera. It never was. It never will be. No one has a life like a soap opera, except for the people on soap opera's.
No drama for me tonight. Not much, anyway.
Well, that was my attempt at being poetic. Thank you.
Oh, other dance lessons learned:
You only live once.
Dignity is what you give yourself.
An entrepeneur is never succesful.
Don't try to slow-dance with boys.
Well, some things are funny.