THROWBACK THURSDAY

So tonight while relaxing with a cup of spicy chai, and wondering "am i really going to close my evening out with a treatise on the epic of gilgamesh?" I decided that as compelling of a topic that is, that was a little drab, even for me.

Instead, i figured the rainy evening was as good a time as any to try and organize my photos...again. It should be a simple undertaking, but the truth of the matter is that i have never been able to accomplish this task because i get so distracted. The problem is that in order to organize, i have to look through the photos, and looking through means reminiscing. Each picture sets me adrift on memory bliss, and before i know it, it's three hours later and i have gotten little further than where i started.

And here i am, blogging instead of organizing, which means the circle of futility remains unbroken.

C'est la vie.

Anyway, in my meanderings i came across this "gem":

This is a picture from my eighth grade graduation. Also, my first picture with a boy. (excluding little kid pictures. those don't count) A genuine polaroid - not a "polaroid effect." The picture is partially discolored - from age i guess - but that doesn't stop you from seeing what a chubby(er) faced kid i was. The boy in the picture is my classmate Damon. As you can see by our body language, we were THRILLED to take a picture with each other. lol. Gee whiz. You could put the great wall of china between us! We probably wanted to make sure that no one mistook us for like liking each other. (and i didn't. i was sooo head over heels for Rob Hutchins. I wanted a picture with him! lol) We wound up messing up would could have been a really nice picture. Stupid kids. LOL

Damon's father just so happened to go to high school with my father - and in the via appia of the parental mind, that meant that Damon and I should be friends as well. We were cool enough, but apparently that didn't make us want to be in the same frame with one another. If i recall correctly, i remember Damon's dad saying something like:

"Come on yall... move closer together!"

We did. Kinda.

And look at my body language! Shlumpy shoulders, an "i'd rather be bobbing for anvils" smile, my long orangutan arms hanging lifeless at my sides. LOL wtf? Maybe i was emo at leaving my classmates, most of whom i had known for eight years. Or maybe i just really really did not want to take that picture. I look like I was just sentenced to seven years of indentured servitude.

Both of our families went out to post graduation dinner together, and we got to act awkward around each other for a few more hours. I believe there are pictures of that too, but my parents probably have them.

In our 8th grade year book - i was voted most likely to succeed. That's not the most glamorous of categories, but it did speak of a faith in me my classmates had that im sure i didn't have in myself.

Well, the years (and years and years) have passed. Everyone's definition of success is different, and mine changes from day to day. So i won't say that i've achieved the honor, but i do like to think i've succeeded in looking less uncomfortable in pictures with the opposite sex.


Spandau Ballet - True