When I was a teenager, I was ridiculous.
My hair was so big, it took me 2 hours to be perfectly coiffed for school. I wore Madonna-esque net stockings and fingerless gloves. I donned neon colours and wore jeans so tight I had to zip them while laying down. I worried about whether my friends were my friends because someone passed a note in Mr. Lane’s class that said that someone had said something….I wondered if I boy I liked would knock my books out of my arms in the skywalk (the universal sign for liking a girl). I wondered if anyone would know I still listened to “Sunglasses at Night” in my little white and pink ghetto blaster, even though it was no longer cool. I ‘whooped’ and screamed at events. Why? Because I was ridiculous.
I oozed ridiculousness and that’s the beauty of youth – the ability to be ridiculous – while thinking one is especially important.
What a gift. To be young and ridiculous.