Yep, You Put Me Right Back in My Place

There are some days when I wake up and I don't really give a shit what anybody says about me.

These are few and far between. There used to be a time when I woke up like this every day. I used to have some semblance of something kind of like self-confidence.

Before I get too far off topic, let me finish that self-depricating tangent by saying, "today was one of those days."

Really. I was happy. I let loose. I had two cups of coffee, so I was giggly and outspoken and most like the me that I like. I was happy with what I was wearing. I was happy with my face. I was happy with my hair. Everything seemed to be working in my favor. My English teacher called me 'hilarious.' The world seemed to like me.

And then, as I was sitting with my mom, eating a bowl of Samoa ice cream (satisfying at the time), we began discussing prom.

Mom: So has any of the prom drama started yet?
Me: Not really.
(silence for a moment, as we watch 'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban')
Me: I'm not really looking forward to it.
Mom: Prom drama? I don't think it'll affect you much.
Me: Any of it. I know I'm going to have a really hard time finding a dress...
Mom: Yeah. I mean, anything you find will probably require major alteration.
Me: Wow. Thanks, Mom.
Mom: I mean, like, in terms of length. I mean...even with heels...
Me: Uh-huh.
(more silence)
Me: I'm not going if I don't have a date. Just saying.
Mom: (laughs) WHERE are you going to get a prom date?
Me: Wh...
Mom: You don't even like any of the boys.
Me: Wow. Ouch. Okay. Goodnight, Mom.

Yeah.
I have been remissed.