As we were painting the other day, Janis Joplin came on the radio and I was singing my heart out, becuase honestly what self-respecting mid-30-year old doesn't know the words to "Me and Bobby McGee"?
And then Adam said "who sings this? is this Janis Joplin?" And I had to choke back my disdain.
And then I said "yes" and he was all "hmm I never got into Janis Joplin" and I felt bad for him.
So I said that I did, and then I blamed it on my being a giant poser in high school, which i probably was if I even really know what a poser was at that time. Which now I no longer know what a poser was at that time but I probably was it. And he said he couldn't imagine me being a poser. Because he knows I'm totally preppy and can't imagine me being 'alternative'. Because I wasn't. But I tried.
I did drink and smoke but not because I was tortured but becuase I wanted everyone to think I was tortured. I wore huge baggy clothes, not because I was attempting to conceal my skin and bones frame but because I was attempting to accentuate it with great big baggy clothes. I also went to some bazaar in town and bought old school plaid bell bottoms which I'm certain I looked ridiculous in. I skipped school, but worried about getting caught and told my parents about it ahead of time to get their approval. I had parties at my house, but made sure everything was cleaned up before anyone came home. I ignored boys, not because I was too cool for them but because I feared they were too cool for me. I did do some stuff I'm not proud of, but nothing worthy of the sort of 'cool' that I tried to portray by nonchalantly bragging about what a Janis Joplin fan I was when everyone else my age was listening to Nirvana.
Which is ironic because there are probably high school kids, this very instant, listening to Nirvana thinking they are retro. Because I am old.
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