Friday, March 10, 2006Friday Dork Blogging
While I was out running a couple of errands this afternoon, I happened to pass by the local high school as they were letting out for the day. It was the still-familiar selection of adolscence: the hot chicks and cheerleaders, the bewildered would-be tough guys, the shitkickers, the jocks, the half-assed gangstas, the teeming swarms of nondescript, nothing-special teenagers. You know the ones I mean.
And then there was one of My People. They haven't changed a bit in 15 years -- skinny, dressed all in black in the bit-of-this-bit-of-that noncomformist fashion peculiar to small-town high schools, with a black jacket and unnecessarily large black boots; wavy, dyed-black hair down to his chin; glasses, lugging an instrument case of some kind, pimply, the smell of teenage lust wafting off him, slouching down the sidewalk alone. I have rarely felt such a wave of instant sympathy and warmth towards a stranger as I felt towards this slightly-greasy lump of yet-unrealized potential. I wanted to run up to him and give him a hug, put my arm around his shoulders and reassure him that everything was going to be okay.
Yes, little dork, everything's going to be just fine. If you can make it through these next few years with your soul intact, things are going to get so much better for you. Whatever's in the case, keep playing it; if you can, if you haven't already, learn to play something you can play in a band, and then there will be parties and interesting people and girls enough to see you through (or boys enough, or both, whatever draws you.) Learn to draw, learn to write, get to know your computer inside-out, move to the city, and soon this miserable high school existance will be nothing but an irrelevant memory. Ignore all these little shitsuckers; this is as good as it gets for too many of them. You, on the other hand, have everything to look forward to if you just put in a little effort and stay true to yourself. There will be times in the future when things will be bad, but if you keep trying and always treat the people around you with kindness, it'll all be worth it in the long run. You'll see, little dork. Things are going to turn out beautifully.
He, of course, would've thought I was mad. It's the kind of thing I'd have liked to hear from someone when I was walking that lonely stretch of sidewalk, though.
What would you tell your teenage self if you could?
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