Prom... The first of many....

SO, I got a lovely email today, asking me to move where I'm sitting at Prom... I'm not even kidding.

Why must we have assigned seating when every wedding movie known to mankind has shown us it is a bad idea? The world may never know.

I actually then tried to move, because the feelings of unwantedness were coming from where I signed up long before I even chose to sit there. On top of that I felt bad because it really does seem like the person they wanted to have my seat does need a seat and she's really a nice girl.

The problem is that all the tables were full, the ones that might have been open were with people I hardly talk to, much less would want to spend my prom night with.

I do ask why we even need assigned seating? If you want everyone to have fancy place cards, don't bother. I'd rather have the beef you promised us instead of the chicken you'll be serving than have a fancy place card to keep in my drawer of things I've gathered about me and my history.

After I got this email I wrote this poem. It sucks and is unedited, but it expresses my most initial reaction (Snap is the title, not an actual part of the poem...):

Snap

Let’s not hurt anyone’s feelings
Don’t want anyone to feel left out of the festivities
You, move
Now don’t be upset
We don’t want anyone upset,
Now leave so we don’t hurt anyone
Get the fuck out.
We want fun for all,
So you can sit in the corner alone with a box of crayons and safety scissors,
We can’t afford paper.
Throw yourself under the bus for the good of the whole
Why are you upset?
Its not that big of a deal.
Its just a meal
Stand out of the way and hide in a corner
Now we can all have fun
Sacrifice yourself so that others may live and be happy
Messiah complexes suck…

I can’t fucking take it
Tumultuous is such a simple word to describe this entire year
Prom, a Capstone
Are you serious?
I lie down and take it
It is more easy
What the fuck do I do now?

Plastered on fake smile, because what else is left?
I can’t force myself to feel any other emotion except a creepy kind of laughing incredulity
I realize why the Joker smiles
The world is so ridiculous
SO pretentious
SO incredibly insane
SO caught up in inanity
You can’t take it at face value

Smiling, Smiling just keep smiling
Writing no better than Rape survival poetry
Oh, My Fucking God, are we twelve?
Why must we have assigned seating?
Why must it be such a Big Fucking Deal?
Why? Why? Why?

Settle down, still in utter disbelief

Holidays are lovely

Happy Easter all. Not going to write much because I'm writing from my new iPod touch and it's hard to type on this little keypad thing. Just making sure it's going to work okay.