Still Stuck

Tonight was the big dance. The first year semi-formal. The BIG DAY. Only it wasn't a big day. It was such an insignificant dot on our busy collegiate radars that I decided whether or not to attend less than two hours beforehand. I found myself reminded of high school and its dances and how my emotions and state of being were so affected by the events that transpired as the ripples of their disruptive splashes into our lives.

I miss the obsession. I liked how much time everyone spent preparing for and talking about these stupid, pointless dances and how the girls spent hours getting ready. The stress gave us something to worry about and the prospects of success gave us something to dream about. Now, due to what I guess is some form of maturity, no one cares about dumb school dances. At least the familiar awkwardness still abounds.

My thoughts throughout wound through a crowd of missed opportunities. Those whom I had longed to share moments with stole the moments of the present away from my attention. Too bad so few of them ever knew it, and even fewer really cared.

My priorities are grossly misplaced.