*sigh* There is no other thing that defines “senior year” quite better than a good, old-fashioned senior prom (or “class night”). This dance really is the last chance one has to enjoy their new-found adulthood, dance a little bit, laugh out old rivalries, and um…make some babies (hehe!).
But I have a dillema: should I go to prom, or not?
And then there is the once-of-a-lifetime opportunity. When I returned to the US, I proposed to myself that I would enjoy life, dance life, believe life, and enjoy many things. But now I find myself in a wedge: I want to go, but is it right? For me? For God? For my social future?
I directly hinted this to my church’s pastora, yet I indirectly hinted that I wanted to avoid that self-accusing pang of conscience. While driving me home (yes, church is on the other side of town, and yes, we know each other), she actually sprung into action and told me that she was always careful of events like that, because many things could happen. And if it’s going to make me guilty, then I shouldn’t go. As always, I felt that pit of conviction in my belly, and I thought, “She has a point.
You may think, “This idiot’s jumping the shark”, or, “Why are you writing about this?”
Because it’s something I care deeply about. For me, a yes-or-no question is really hard, and I am not going to limit myself, nor do something that will hamper me in many layers.
Ugh, such is life, people, such is life…But at least, I care…