I would be sad if this blog be came more of a public diary. I'd like to be able to promise that it will become more interactive and enjoyable than that. Who knows though, maybe my dearest readers would enjoy to read about the fantastical happenings of my everyday life. So here, a story for today.
As some of you might know, the typical high school 'homecoming' dance is coming up this season, and this week has been full of the typical stories of, "with you go with me" questions popped from every turn of the corner in the hallways. Most of the time, everyone enjoys this time of year. Except for a few many girls that are simply convinced that they won't be asked. One of which, was a friend of mine. Now, some people may know that we girls happen to be a little hard to persuade one way or another, and I could not convince her that any boy would be downright dumb not to ask her. Long story short, I was right. And boy, was that HC-proposal the 'bomb'. Literally. My friend Jared, who had wanted to ask her, set up the most glorious display. On a poster within her slightly crammed locker was a phrase that read somewhere along the lines of, "Homecoming with you would be the bomb!" Not only this, but confetti poppers had been taped to her locker wall, with the strings strategically pasted to the swinging door. Consequently, when she opened her locker this morning... POW! A generous and lovely explosion of confetti caught her by surprise.
Now of course, it was wonderful to know she was so happy about being asked, but even as I gushed with happiness for her... I am yet to be asked myself.
And here is where my real story begins. Its entirely different to try and convince your friend that she will be asked, than it is to convince yourself. Now sure, I've been hanging with guys I'd be happy to go with, but none of which are anything close to the kind of guy I had always thought I'd go to homecoming with. I mean, when you've moved every couple years for your whole life, and you just got to a new school where everyone else has been going for their whole lives... it seems like everyone already knows each other, and heck, why would they go with someone they've never met? Someone like me?
People sometimes see the new-kids as .. not so genuine. You meet students, chill with them every day, but you know you'll move again, so you 'try not to get too attached'. And dang, I'm not gonna lie. Sometimes, that's true. Especially when you're only going to live somewhere for a year or so... why make it harder for yourself to say goodbye, right? But hey, little do these people know, that even though I just got here, my dad just retired. I'm staying here as far as I know, and wow... Their lack of interest in the new-girl hurts. Because, the first days of school, it really took everything I had to get anyone to pay any attention to me. Do I have to announce that I've lived in other countries and across multiple oceans for anyone to want to talk to me? REALLY?
So yeah, back to homecoming. Its gonna take some desperate guy to ask me, it seems. But hey, regardless of my own situations, I can guarantee that any friend of mine is going to know just how special and wonderful they are. Because obviously, if they took the time and they're nice enough to say hi to me, and become my friend in the first place, they're one irresistible person to have in just about anyone's life.
Be a Friend to Everyone, We Notice,
MereLynx
