People are More or Less the Same.

this is actually not a picture of the dance,
 but a picture of a Peach Pit concert I went to with my friend.
Which I talk about in the next blog.

 

Last Friday, I went to a school dance. It was my last senior dance before prom. As I weaved in and out of the crowd to get to the stage I found myself stopping and chatting with anyone who smiled at me. I even talked to an old friend from elementary school for the first time in almost 7 years. He was sitting alone secluded from the crowd, he asked how I was doing and told me he was at spirit mountain the day of my accident. I just kinda shrugged and said I was doing great. He seemed puzzled by my attitude and how well I had taken everything. 

After alternating between dancing and socializing with people I started to lose track of time. Before I knew it my friend was playing the last song leading up to our “senior song”. I realized that what had just happened at that moment had played out on a much larger scale within the past 4 years of my life. I was never one to wish for the future yet still time passed in what seemed like a blink of an eye and I found myself wondering where all the time had gone. 

Everyone who wasn’t a senior was kicked out and our senior song “Tongue Tied” was blared for us to dance to. I was scrambling to get off the stage and into my wheelchair to join my peers. Of course, everyone left me except for one lone person. (Usually, there is only one person who looks out for me, and usually, they are a girl.) She helped me plop back into my chair and get into the crowd. 

After the music stopped and lights came on each group of friends congregated and left. Some had left before the dance ended and some stayed till the supervisors ushered them out. Everything felt somewhat somber. Nobody rushed to me, which I had no problem with because I have been pretty distant from my classmates since the accident. Something inside of me felt out of place and as I drove home the whole experience felt bittersweet. 

All of these paragraphs don’t seem to have much in common but they do. Kind of. They demonstrate my social life in high school. How people are fascinated by my attitude in the face of adversity. How my ability to find joy in socializing makes time fly by. How I’ve come to find out that women are more emotionally intelligent than men. How I am becoming more secluded as the year comes to a close. 

All of these ideas brought me to a simple truth. All people are more or less the same and there will always be more people for me to meet.