Monday, May 08, 2006
One Teenage Trauma Better Off Without
Being a teenager is simply a series of humiliations. I have finally found one (above) I managed to escape. I don't know what the function of the above head gear is - and it's okay that I don't know. It's funnier not knowing. I think this is also the only strange affliction that someone has suffered somewhere and not found me to hit on me (well - there's still time....maybe at the next community theatre event....)
Thinking back to my teenage years I am all at once overcome with the urge to crawl into a hole - only peeking my head out long enough to witness funny things like our friend (Neil H.) running through the cafeteria nekid or another guy (James C.) dressed up like a little girl with pigtails - all 7 feet of him in glorious lacy splendor.
Actually - when I get thinking about it there was quite a myriad of fun - in and around all of that other crap that comes with the awkward years between 14 and 19. But I wouldn't go through that again for all of the beer in England. Well - okay maybe I would - but I would need the beer first.