I have sworn off sharing my link and trying to get new readers to my blog because time and time again I learn that Normal Peepuls are scared of Teh Crazee, but here is a writing prompt that I found and a somewhat funny story to tell. The writing prompt was to remember a graduation that you participated in.
High school for me was a combination of stoned/drunk off my ass and miserable. Being bipolar and not what's going on with yourself is like being in an emotional maelstrom where you feel like you may be torn apart at any minute, and the worst part is you never are, because that would offer some relief. So, let's get down to graduation time. I looked forward to this for so long, especially in my senior year, because I was really sure that I had paid my dues and now I could get down to life being cool.
The night before graduation, I dreamed that the vice principal came to me and told me they had been looking over my credits.
"We discovered that we made a mistake. You don't have enough credits to graduate. You're still a junior." she said.
I looked at her and said "well then, I'm dropping out and getting my GED, because I refuse to be stuck in this hell hole for another year!"
I woke up shaking and said "My God, what a horrible nightmare!"
I then got up, got dressed, and got myself down to graduation.
In the row in front of me at graduation was this big-mouth guy who had once thought he would shock me by flashing me. Instead of being shocked I laughed and shouted out my car window "hold on! Let me go home and get my microscope!"
For the next two months at school whenever I walked by him, I would simply say "microscope." He would grumble "shut up!" His friends didn't know what was going on but they knew it embarrassed him so they started laughing at him too.
Dude was, as usual, spouting some foolishness. I don't even remember what. But I finally said to him "Jimmy, shut up! For once in your life, even if this is the only time, JUST SHUT UP!"
To my surprise, he did.
We got through it, and I was graduated.
To my dismay, life did not suddenly get cool. I was the same messed up person I'd ever been. And I made a lot of stupid choices.
To my worse dismay, I find myself almost 30 years later still subconsciously trying to prove to those idiots that I went to high school with that I really did have good qualities and to get them to accept me. And although I know this is stupid, I don't know how to stop.
Here is a favorite song of mine. It does have some personal meaning. I am not going to project what that is but those who have known me a long time may be able to figure it out.
Driving slowly, watching the headlights in the rain.
Funny how things change.
Think of the good times wishing you were still with me.
The way it used to be, graduation day.
Watching the stars fall, a million dreams have all gone bad.
Think of all we had.
I knew all then, thought you loved me I was wrong.
Life goes on, graduation day, oh, graduation day.
Thinking of a time when everything was right.
Thinking of a time with only you and I.
Makes me sorry that it had to end that way.
Learned my lesson now there's nothing left to say, graduation day, oh graduation day.
( Guitar Solo )
Thinking of a time when everything was right.
Thinking of a time with only you and I.
Makes me sorry that it had to end that way.
Learned my lesson now there's nothing left to say, graduation day, oh graduation day.
Oh graduation day.
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/graduation-day-lyrics-chris-isaak.html ]
