**WARNING: Angsty teenage girl venting session**
The one thing that media over-does and makes it seem like the epitome of everyone’s teenage years. The “night we will always remember.” A glorified homecoming. An expensive party.
For me, planning for prom has been the biggest nightmare of my life. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. I started looking for a dress 5 months ago and I had to get it online on Monday because I couldn’t find one anywhere, and it won’t get here until 2 days before prom so my mom spent $160 on a dress and I don’t even know how I’ll look in it or if I’ll have time to get it altered. People keep dropping out and back into the group, and it somehow became my burden to handle the expenses of the limo so my family is down $900, relying on many people I don’t know well to pay us back. The restaurant that was a God-send for everyone to agree on actually takes an hour to get there to and fro, and an hour and a half to actually sit down and eat. If there are unexpected dilemmas, we get to prom late and spend $65 to go to a party we’ll only attend for a little over an hour.
I am under an incredible amount of stress, for an event that will take up no more than 7 hours of my life.
I have eczema. I have a sh*t immune system. When I’m under an incredible amount of stress — as psychology has proven — I get horribly ill. My skin is swollen and bleeding all over. My face looks like it was rubbed with sandpaper. I’ve been taking extra pain meds and muscle relaxers to calm my body down from all the stress, but they haven’t been working. Today I threw up once and got dizzy and almost fainted twice (which I’ll partially accredit to the 90 degree weather).
The only word to describe this situation is “ridiculous.”
What’s worse: This is a social convention. Do we need the limo? No, our parents can drive us. Do we need to go out to eat? No, it’s just fancier that way, but there’s food at the actual prom. Did I need a new dress? No, I have a million and this is only adding to the collection.
Psychological experiments have proven that cursing under stress reduces pain. I don’t think cursing until I die will cure me of this stress.
It’s worse because I’m the perfectionist type. This kind of event is big, and it takes a lot of preparation. I’m leaving school early, spending $100 and an hour and a half on hair and makeup, and all that other good stuff. An event this big, I want every moment planned to the second.
Lots of my Debbie-downer-non-Prom-goer friends have been saying, “Why go then? Just stay home and watch movies or go to dinner and nothing else.” Yes, that’s true. It’d make my life a lot easier. But the thing is: I WANT to go. It sounds like fun! Riding in a limo, eating at a hibachi restaurant, dancing all night with my friends looking fabulous. That’s my kind of day. It’s just, preparation. //cries
Prom is a week from tomorrow. So far no detail for my group is set in stone. I want to curse at everyone and tell them I quit, but I also wanna look fabulous and have a good time. Life is rough.
Society makes life too difficult. Stay tuned for my next post on the joys of Amish living! (not a joke, I spent the weekend in Amish country and I have stories to tell). ❤