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 ...