Saturday, September 19, 2009

Homecoming. AKA The end of the world as we know it. And I feel fine.

It's true. Sometimes being a teenager feels like the end of the world. Especially when it comes to picking out what kind of cereal to eat in the morning. Or maybe you want it for lunch, even better. I'm sure your parents won't mind.

Here's my deal. Homecoming is just a date. With some fancy packaging on it.
It's like buying honey nut SPINS instead of honey nut CHEERIOS. A whole lot more money, for the same amount of enjoyment. A date is a date. So why does Homecoming make headlines?

Probably because the art of dating is dead.

A regular guy can't ask a regular girl on a regular date. Because a regular guy would rather have a girlfriend.
She can't eat those honey nut SPINS for breakfast! Because she'd rather have steak.
Guess what honey, at seven in the a.m. of your senior year, you're not ready for steak.

So why pay the extra money for Cheerios that taste the same? Because opportunity becomes obligation when it's staring you in the face.

So let's put the extra effort into making a day just as fun as any other day hanging out with our friends could be, let's stress ourselves out a little, and spend a little more money. Because we don't want to miss out on those Cheerios. After all, rumor has it they lower cholesterol.