If I had paranoia, I would say the world was out to get me. If I understood the science behind parallel universes or time travel, I might argue that last night I experienced it. You tell me what you think of this playlist:
“Motown Philly” Boyz II Men
“Wannabe” Spice Girls
“Baby Got Back” Sir Mixalot
“Tell Me Why” Backstreet Boys
“Cha Cha Slide” DJ Casper
Last night, I chaperoned the Senior Prom of 2017. I felt like it was 2001. It had me thinking of all the people I left behind 16 (😖) years ago. That night, I was surrounded by people who I thought would be my forever friends. We were so close, how could we ever be torn apart? We had “been through so much” that we would never forget one another– until college started. Until we were working jobs. Until we moved and relocated. Until we got married. Until we had kids.
To this day, I actively talk with 3 friends from high school. Granted, I stalk them on social media like it’s my job… they can’t lose me that easily. I certainly know what’s going on with them, but it has become less personable than I had imagined. Were we torn apart? I would say no. We all electively chose some aspect of our current path. Life didn’t drag us kicking and screaming away from the obelisk in our mutual “backyard” in Wantage, NJ. We had the choice to move ahead (or at least laterally) in our lives.
Based on my A-rated social media “research” skills, I have deduced that some of the old posse are taking aggressive strides to reinvent themselves. Others are happily maintaining the status quo. Still others are looking for change but don’t know how or where to start.
Last night, I lived in the past… and it felt so right. Much like in 2001, I rode to and from prom in a silver chariot… though not a Plymouth Horizon. This time, my date stood me up. I also replaced duct tape to hold my dress up over my shapeless body with Spanx to make my “shape” more flattering. I was still a wallflower at the dance, chatting only with 3-4 people while others danced. Again, I attended no after-parties. I came home to the love of a black cat… not the same one but equally awesome (RIP Cuddles💗).
Regardless of the year, the lyrics and rhythms of the night had the power to take me back in time. I’m thankful for that. I am thankful for my memories, both good and bad. I am appreciative that they have made me the person I am today. I wouldn’t suggest living in the past, but visiting sure is nice.
Today I adulted.
Alli Kelly’s Adulting Report Card
Made a choice/choices that led to self -improvement: A
Showed self-awareness: A
Made a choice that took others’ feelings/beliefs into account: F
Showed initiative: A
Took accountability for action/inaction: A
Strengths: Improved fashion sense. Goodbye “Alli Style.”
Weaknesses: Bustin’ moves with no rhythm. Socializing. Respecting people’s privacy on social media. Posting pics that no one wants released.
Pass/ Fail: Pass