Homecoming
I have never been one big on dancing, much less going to school dances like Homecoming or Prom. They just aren’t my thing. It isn’t like I haven’t tried them because I went to Homecoming my sophomore year. I have to say it was not fun at all. Last year I was voted Homecoming attendant for my class. It was a nightmare. Everyone wanted me to go to the dance, and I didn’t want to at all. In the end I won.
This year, my senior year, everyone thinks I should go, just as usual. My mom, my sister, the girls in my class: you name it, and if they are female, then they’ve probably think it. My dad has encouraged me to go, but when I said I didn’t want to he didn’t pressure me. My guy friends don’t care - they wouldn’t be going if their girlfriends weren’t making them. What I want to know is why everyone doesn’t understand that when I say I don’t want to go, it means I don’t want to go. If they just said “Oh, okay.” and stopped bugging me about it I would be fine. Obviously it is not this way, or you would not be reading this. It is guaranteed that I will be pestered at least once daily by someone who thinks that I should go to homecoming. This annoys me to the extent that I must write a blog entry about it. I am contemplating expressing my feelings in song and hiring an interpretive dancer to dance to my song.
I think that perhaps there is an underlying human tendency in this situation. Everyone thinks to themselves that I should go. They have made the choice in their mind that I have to be there. The fact that other people have told me the exact same opinion has not entered their mind at all. Only what they want and they think should happen. I have to say that everyone in the world is guilty of being selfish, but in this situation I do not think I am being selfish to the extent my opponents are. If they wanted me to go, then that would be a different story, but they think I should go. Totally different things here.
In short, everyone thinks I should go to homecoming. They won’t let up on that fact, even though I know their opinion. Multiple people have tried to argue about it with me - some even hearing a previous person’s argument. They have all failed. Nobody cares about what I think, but it does not matter because my opinion will prevail in this situation. That is, unless I get a girlfriend before the dance.