In high school, if a group of girls raved about a song or movie or tv show I had zero interest in, I’d still have to subject myself to it, immediately, to feel accepted. Then I’d probably pretend to like it.
I realized this evening that I don’t have to do this anymore. I’m free!
I mean, I haven’t felt the adolescent compulsion to conform for many years now, but I hadn’t really thought about how completely fantastic this is until tonight.
Getting older and departing from the world beyond high school hallways has many magical qualities, not the least of which is no longer having to have straight blonde hair or watch crappy television to feel valued.