Prom Thoughts.

I haven’t wrote anything for the past few days because I just couldn’t find anything substantial enough to write about. I only had prom on my brain… Which, I felt like it would be too cliché to continue writing about my thoughts on it. …But here I am.

I was worried about it, as I expressed before. And, the day before, I realized why I was so nervous. I was very concerned about if my date would have fun. There’s a lot of background to why I would worry so… But, I just didn’t want to ruin his time at prom… And, after realizing that was why I was nervous, I thought to myself, “That’s kind of silly. You should enjoy yourself if you want. He can decide to have fun or not on his own!” And, that really helped me get rid of a little bit of that nervousness and just be excited.

Anyway, it was wonderful. Better than I thought. My hair was done amazingly, as you can see. And my dress was perfect. :) I felt comfortable and I felt…beautiful… Despite my date’s lack of notice, or lack of conveying what he thought--which I don’t really mind that he didn‘t say much… it’s whatever! XD
Mostly because everyone else was SO encouraging! Sooo many wonderful compliments--even from people I didn’t know!

I am kind of shocked, also, about how I looked.
I’ve always felt strange when I look in a mirror and see myself. It’s almost as if I can’t believe I’m actually a person, not just a narrator observing everyone else’s lives. I don’t know why… it’s like I can’t recognize myself as someone, or comprehend how other people can recognize me. I can’t see what’s “good” or what’s “bad”. Is that describing plainness? But, I don’t know if that’s quite how I feel… It’s weird…

Anyway, so that’s why I was even more shocked yesterday, I couldn’t recognize myself, again, but in a different way! Hahaha! So, I was just happy about that. :) Thank you, everyone! :D You were all so very nice!

Oh, also, at prom, I actually danced. What? Whitney dance? Yeah. I did! I think I would’ve tried to get out of it if we hadn’t gotten on the dance floor so quickly--it caught me off guard and suddenly I was surrounded by people dancing. And my date was dancing. So… I did.
I hope I wasn’t too terribly embarrassing for him. Hahaha! But, I didn’t really care.

It was fun. And... it was a happy ending... But, it feels kinda sad to admit that.