Prunes

Last night Louisa and I went over to SNHU to see the band honeyhoney open for Gavin DeGraw. Yes, we went to see the opening act and then we left. I was very excited that they were actually right here in town, since I only discovered their music about a month ago and have been hooked ever since.
We jammed ourselves into a space on the floor, not too far from the stage. As I looked around I noticed that I was not the only person in my age range there, which was comforting. (as opposed to when I go with Emma to see Hanson, where I am clearly a fish out of water, if you know what I mean.) Anyhow, I yelled and cheered for the band, and apparently (Louisa told me) some teenager was giving me nasty looks, as in, "what kind of freak are you, old lady, yelling at a concert?"
We-e-e-e-lllllllllll, here's what I wish I could have said to her: listen kid, your life is going to whiz right by you and someday you will look in the mirror and find yourself at the ripe old age of almost fifty, and yet, inside, you will remember what it felt like when you were 24 and screaming at a Rick Springfield concert, and you'll say "What the heck happened?" And furthermore, I hope to high heaven that you don't let the fact that you are twice the age you were then keep you from being the real person you are, and if you feel like yelling out because you love the guy or band onstage, then I hope you will yell out and have a great time and are able to ignore the snotty kid who is now giving YOU dirty looks.
So there.
And furthermore, to the miserable people who actually posted on message boards making fun of this blog because of the stuff I wrote when I met David Cassidy last summer: Why don't you go eat some prunes, cause you clearly need them!
I am who I am and who I have always been, and I'm not going to change and become some inhibited old lady just because society says I have to act a certain way. If someone can't handle that, it's their problem. I got made fun of when I was a teenager for the same thing: too loud, too funny, too ridiculous, too off the wall, too fat, sings too much, talks too much, too this, too that. But you know what? I've had an amazing life and sometimes laughed so hard I thought I'd have a heart attack and I'm still having a great time (alcohol and drug free always, I might add.) So you can come along and join the fun or you can sit around and make mean-spirited comments, but I hope you have a box of prunes handy, because you really need it.
Too the rest of you who have loved me and joined me in the whirlwind, I love you too. I'm so glad you get it!
Love always, Judy