Bet you missed me, didn't you, you cheeky cat.
So I'm in the middle of applying for college. It's a delight, let me tell you. I've got my list narrowed down to about six, and then I have a backup or two. College is a thing that I can't decide how I feel about. Am I nervous? Are you kidding? Excited? That is up in the air. I am done with high school. Not officially, since I haven't graduated, but mentally I am finished.
Here's why. Last night at show choir practice (yeah, there is such a thing), it was Bitch-Fest 101. It's all about who gets in the front and who gets the solos etc. I will admit, as a senior and a returning member, I'm a little irked that I am not in the front at all. However, I am part of a group of 8 that sings the last part of one of our songs, so that's cool, I'm glad I have that.
However, when people start complaining that they "lost their second solo" or "got moved from the front to the fucking first riser," well, honey, let me tell you something. There's this little thing called PERSPECTIVE. Use it. Some of us don't get any farther front than the second riser, and some don't have one solo, let alone two. Be happy with what you have.
But let's be honest- how many high schoolers really have perspective? Really not very many. It's a thing that you learn through experience. And while looking at the bright side is better, it's really hard when you want to mope and bitch and whine. As teenagers, sometimes we're entitled to a little grouching. I don't like it, but I will also admit that I do my fair share of wallowing in self pity. Do I want to be in the front? Yes. Can I handle not being in the front? Yes. The negative energy often rubs off on other people and pretty soon you're just drowning in this sea of Debbie Downers.
Every now and again though, I realise something profound and then I change my whole attitude because of this revelation. Last night after World War 3, I realised that sometimes people need to whine. Maybe for some of the girls, this activity is all they have. Maybe it's the most important thing in their lives and losing out on a chance for a solo or to be in the front is just devastating. It's not the most important thing in my life. I love it dearly, but I care most about being on stage, having fun and doing my best, as cliche as that sounds. If this is all they have, they need to be able to complain about it without being labeled as a flat-out bitch. If it helps them feel better to complain, then so be it. So I remain unhappy with some of the situation, but I've gotten to the point where I'm starting to not care anymore. It's a good place to be.
On a lighter note, here's what happened to me last night after I got home. I am putting on my PJ pants in the dark and...why are they cold? Are they wet? What the heck? So I turn on my light and HOLY CRAP the entire butt has been chewed and EATEN out of my most favouritest pj pants. Anyone interesting in adopting a really stupid dog?
But hey. Perspective.
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