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2008 in Review
Dec. 29th, 2008 05:11 amHow often are we offered the chance to explore a new social mileau?
My biggest regret involves a memory from public high school. While sitting in drama class, I found a note had been dropped into my bag, to the effect of: "We, the [cool and weird name that I can't remember]s, are a group of interesting misfits. We sense that you might be like us, and invite you to join our group. If you choose to accept it, meet us at the blah during the blah."
I took it to my parents and asked them if this is that "bad crowd" I keep hearing about. They said it was likely to get me in trouble.
Problem was, unlike most high school kids who think they're individualists, loners, and rebels, I actually was one. I utterly disdained my peers. All of them. I was unclear on what a prep or a jock or a goth or a band geek was until recently. I didn't even know the name of the only kid in high school who I talked to. Turned out later he was named Matt too.
So I ignored the invitation note and didn't look back until my late twenties, when I noticed I had skipped that phase of life in which one takes risks and seizes a cornucopia of opportunity.
Today, there is nothing I love more than introducing people to the world I inhabit. I also want a taste of theirs. I know what I like and what I don't like, so I'm already pretty sure I'm not missing much, but I want to confirm it by being alternately bored and confused on anthropological expeditions. Saturday evening I almost went to one of those parties that hand out fliers and charge you ten bucks to get in. One of these days I'm going to do that. In the meantime here are some firsts for 2008, involving wine, women and song.
( 1. I became measurably intoxicated. )( 2. I got out on the dance floor. )( 3. I was overtly hit on by an attractive woman. )
My biggest regret involves a memory from public high school. While sitting in drama class, I found a note had been dropped into my bag, to the effect of: "We, the [cool and weird name that I can't remember]s, are a group of interesting misfits. We sense that you might be like us, and invite you to join our group. If you choose to accept it, meet us at the blah during the blah."
I took it to my parents and asked them if this is that "bad crowd" I keep hearing about. They said it was likely to get me in trouble.
Problem was, unlike most high school kids who think they're individualists, loners, and rebels, I actually was one. I utterly disdained my peers. All of them. I was unclear on what a prep or a jock or a goth or a band geek was until recently. I didn't even know the name of the only kid in high school who I talked to. Turned out later he was named Matt too.
So I ignored the invitation note and didn't look back until my late twenties, when I noticed I had skipped that phase of life in which one takes risks and seizes a cornucopia of opportunity.
Today, there is nothing I love more than introducing people to the world I inhabit. I also want a taste of theirs. I know what I like and what I don't like, so I'm already pretty sure I'm not missing much, but I want to confirm it by being alternately bored and confused on anthropological expeditions. Saturday evening I almost went to one of those parties that hand out fliers and charge you ten bucks to get in. One of these days I'm going to do that. In the meantime here are some firsts for 2008, involving wine, women and song.
( 1. I became measurably intoxicated. )( 2. I got out on the dance floor. )( 3. I was overtly hit on by an attractive woman. )
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