Throughout High School, I remember spending my Saturday nights dressed up, in my knee length skirts and platform sandals, ready to dance the night away in the church gymnasium.
My brother and I (cause that's how I roll) would walk in and show the chaperones our dance cards. The LDS equivalent of being "carded".
Once I was "in", I would get pulled in a blur past the cute boys and into the girl's bathroom by three of my -probably screaming/hugging- friends, because one of them was crying. Do not pass go, do not even think about stopping by the refreshments table.
Now, normal adolescents would have taken the opportunity to smoke slash drink some form of contraband in said bathroom. But, we were in a church for crying out loud, and no one ever said we were normal. At least not between the ages of 14 and 17...I saved that for after high school.
Instead of a night of carefree dancing, we would spend the first half of the dance in the bathroom, chillin' in the same chairs women breast feed in, trying to convince "crying friend" that she's gorgeous and just needs to dance it out. Or, to grow a pair and get out there and ask that tall skinny boy she was crushin' on to dance. Unless that boy was the same skinny kid I was crushing on, then it was a fight to the death in the bathroom.
I won, obviously.
So, you may be asking what the point of all this is?
Well, the point is... just freakin dance!
Stop crying because you think someone doesn't like you.
Stop wasting precious time worrying about what others think or do.
Do what you want to do, and if you want to dance, then dance.
ps...All The Small Things by Blink 182 was one of the most played songs at those dances.
pps...Cotton Eyed Joe was number 1.