I kinda started thinking about why I write this blog thing since some days I feel like just skipping an update.
I know I started writing it for myself to keep track of my thoughts. And then I started writing about other stuff. I started writing more serious and controversial stuff because somewhere in there I started collecting an “audience” of both online friends and some anonymous peoples. Then it shifted to like random things that I never seem to complete. I’m horrible at finishing ideas I come up with.
I’m reading this comic called Allan, and I realized that I kinda miss the old days of high school. Well, not all of the stuff that went on in high school. I realize that although I was lucky to be liked by just about everyone, I seriously could not wait to get out of high school. There were some real big dipshits in high school who picked on people. Long story short, I got even by working to oust them from Homecoming and Prom King/Queen with less popular people (including myself – we literally couped Homecoming royalty with totally mediocre people, leaving the cool kids to bawl). But damn if I didn’t want to kick someone’s ass for being such a dick *cough*Terry*cough*.
But one thing I did like was the parties and dances. Junior high school dances up to Prom. Those were the bomb for three reasons:
1. I lived in BFE Nebraska (Indianola, to be exact) so there was literally nothing to do during the weekend. Even if you could drive, the nearest decent town was 10 miles away (McCook). And even that was boring on occasion. Cruising is expensive since you waste so much gas, and didn’t always produce results.
2. Dances are random. Usually, you don’t bring a date. Everyone shows up and basically stands against the walls talking to friends and sometimes actually dancing. And I knew the DJ (Kenny Dow), so I actually had some fun helping with the music.
3. Parties were also random. You could show up with your boy/girlfriend, but mostly, it was as random as the dances. And equally as fun when you could just snuggle with a person you had a crush on.
Dances were fun (although at the time I thought they were awkward as well) because … well, the girl/boy border broke down for 3 and a half minutes. You got to know people at dances. Especially of the opposite sex. And close dancing was probably the best part since young people actually felt wanted. Even it if was for 3 and a half to 4 minutes.
Being married now is great, but I wish we could go to an old Junior High dance again. Just to listen to old 80’s music and dance. Slow and fast. Mony Mony and You’re the Inspiration*. Sitting against a wall talking while watching other people dance. In a high school gym with poor lighting and some streamers here and there.
I kinda miss that. Michi and I need to attend something like that. And I can’t wait until my son goes to them and tells me how boring/fun they are so I can chuckle to myself.
Maybe I’ll have to talk about this stuff more often. To bore you to death. LOL
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* Can you believe that I can’t find Chicago’s You’re the Inspiration on YouTube without some sort of freaking cover or weird picture or kareoke crap? Holy shit, people – this was like TOTALLY THE SONG to slow dance to in 1987!!! WTF is wrong with you???
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