"Proma"

I've recently taken to referring to all the drama about prom as "proma." And, goodness, there is a lot of it. Far to much. Actually... any at all is far too much.

Most recently, two of my friends (we'll refer to them as "A" and "B") attempted to switch the location of after-prom (one of three different parties that night. Dear me) from the place we had been planning on having it since September, to somewhere else. Namely, from one friend's house ("C") to another's ("D"). A had been having some issues with C's mother, which consisted mainly of miscommunications and misunderstandings, and so, A was uncomfortable with having post-prom at C's house. B is also extremely uncomfortable with C's mother, for reasons that she will not fully explain. What bothered me was that A and B thought that they could just dictate what the rest of us would be doing, without giving us a single reason, and without telling C or his mother until after they had been preparing to host the party for a whole weekend.

To make an extremely long and tedious story short, I wrote to both A and B, essentially saying a) I don't understand why we're changing plans now, b) I'm not sure when we all decided this, c) this is hurting a lot of people's feelings, and causing more problems than it needs to be, and d) Two people cannot bulldoze their way into having the "perfect prom," while making everybody else miserable. I think I wrote all that out a bit more diplomatically, but that's the general gist of it.

A has backed down on her own, and has made up with C and his mother. B, on the other hand, is understandably upset with me and C (and especially A) for standing up to her. We've planned to move post-prom back to C's house, but this is all going to take a lot of damage control... 'sigh.'

I know I've made A and B sound pretty bad here, but they really aren't. Really. I know A is having a lot of problems at home, and she's always been very emotional about everything. And B is really a sweet girl, and a good friend. They both... just like being in charge. And tend to completely miss what other people are thinking. But you know, there's a reason I like having more guy friends, and this is why: most guys don't do all this dramatic nonsense. I feel awful for having gotten involved, even though I'm pretty sure I did what was right. I've never really done this kind of thing before. And I never want to do it again. I feel awful about upsetting B, and even worse about D and her family, who had to be caught in the middle of all of this. I can't help but think that I caused all of this by making an issue out of it. I like to think that I'm essentially a rational person, who isn't susceptible to these sort of things, but I got dragged in, and I feel like I've dragged D and her family along with me... I probably created even more of a problem by confronting A and B about all this.

And I think that that is as many times as you'll ever see me use the word "feel" in any conversation, written or spoken.

But, of course, it's not all bad. I've had almost no school work, so I've had plenty of time to work on my own little projects, run around outside, do some reading... (I've just finished "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" and the other four books in that series.) I've also started trying to teach myself flat-footing using youtube.com... I know. I'm surprised too. Flat-footing is an Appalachian relative of Irish set dancing, with some influence from Native American dance... and it's really fun. I'm enjoying it.

Well, hopefully, my next post will be a bit happier than this one. I'm sorry about going on a bit in this one-- I'll try to make the next post a bit more concise as well.

My love to everybody,

Tasha