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writings about
walking around
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the prom
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and
moving forward
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if i had it all to do over again, i would approach my prom rather differently.
i would have asked out Rose, or maybe even Liz.
i would have been assertive.
i would have danced more.
i would have spiked the punch.
i would have written an enormous 'L' on the prom queen's forehead in purple lipstick, right beneath the brim of her dirty white baseball cap, upon which the crown was perilously perched.
i would have smiled and complimented Julie and her date with the enormous spikes in his hair and the leather collar around his neck.
i would have kissed her, whoever 'she' was.
i would have performed some 'antics', possibly even mimery.
i would have...
i would have...
but it would all have been wasted.
none of them cared about me or payed me any attention.
had i gotten in their faces and forced them to acknowledge my existence, they would have resented it.
it's foolish of me to care, petty of me to wish that they'd known just how great i can be, how fun.
they probably didn't even realize that i was there.
and that's fine.

Father, 11/16/00

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