Pointing Out the Strange in the Normal

Have you ever thought about how weird school dances are? Like how it would look to someone who didn't know anything about them? I mean think about it. Everyone spends hours if not days getting ready, getting their hair and nails done, putting on their make-up, buying and wearing fancy (and occasionally slutty and revealing) clothes. And then there is the Picture Promenade. You know, where you have to go around first of all to different houses to get different pictures, and then at the dance circling the building getting pictures with all of your friends and everything. I haven't even gotten to the actual dancing yet. The music blaring so loudly in the background, it isn't just the background. It's the background, foreground, and every other -ground there is. And the dancing. Have you seen how people dance these days? I don't understand it, even though even in my mind, it has been accepted as normal. You know the dancing I'm talking about, the swaying, arm moving, butt shaking, sexualized dancing, and it's only like that if you do it right, which very few people can, so you have a real variety of this kind of thing. 

Now don't get me wrong, I am not writing this to make fun of it. I actually love these kinds of things. I love getting ready and seeing myself and all my friends suddenly pull out our best and look so amazing. And then there's the Arrival of the Dates, and all the ensuing pictures. But we love the pictures, because it gives us a way to look back at what we did and laugh about it in the future. I love how loud the music is, because it helps you escape everything else in your life and just focus on what is happening in the moment, which I always have a hard time doing. The dancing is just the way of life for our generation. It is who we are, just as much as what we wear is. And the dancing in the tightly enclosed spaces of the crowd does make it a lot easier to get close to your date. Maybe even so close your foreheads are together, and you are singing along to the music to each other, completely oblivious to all else around you, And maybe when the song is over, and there are no more words to sing, you will stop using words and start kissing instead. And maybe that will be the best moment ever. But yeah. I guess you could say I like this kind of thing, despite the strangeness of it all.