Not turning Goth anytime soon

After posting this entry several readers contacted me with the question, “So, did you enjoy Goth night?” I’ve been trying to figure out how to respond to such a question. Let’s just say: Goth is not my cup of tea.

To the right is a somewhat embarrassing photo of me from the evening. I made the photo very tiny on purpose. Did I mention a feeling of embarrassment? Of course, there was a moment in the evening in which I felt some degree of satisfaction.

I was sipping my drink when a boy who looked very Goth approached me.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you here in awhile,” he said with excitement.

I turned to face him.

“Oh, sorry, I mistook you for someone else.”

I replied, “Don’t worry about it,” and sauntered off, a Chesire cat grin appearing on my face. I sought out my friend right away.

“There was this guy and he just mistook me for another person who apparently goes here all the time. He thought I was Goth!” I smiled as if I had just won first place at the county fair.

Perhaps it sounds silly but I was very pleased with myself. It was at that point I decided it was time to go home. I, a proper girl from the city, was able to blend in as a Goth. What more did I have to prove?

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Please note: This entry is not meant to offend those who are Goth or who enjoy a Goth lifestyle. I apologize in advance.

Also, for anyone wondering, “What is Goth exactly?” The article, Goth subculture, from Wikipedia is very useful.