Remember reading this in Rudd's blog one time.
"I HATE PRUDESSSSSSS' nuff said"
Took an instant disliking to the word, so I went to get the formal definition from webster.
Here's what it said:
a person who is excessively or priggishly attentive to propriety or decorum; especially : a woman who shows or affects extreme modesty
So there, I feel like one. Tonight my parents, brother, his wife, their friends, we all went to a concert which was part of the Jazz fest this summer. They played Latin music. While Latin music is nice and the dancing fun to watch, 2 hours of the same stuff was really an hour and a half too long. So I ended up sitting there with my parents. While my bro and his friends did dance for a bit, they eventually joined us in sitting on the side lines too.
Why was I behaving so prudish today? Perhaps coz mum and dad were there. I don't care what people say, but drinking and dancing with your parents is not right. Not to mention illegal!!
Oh gawd, I really hope that's the case. Either that or I'm getting past that age where going clubbing is cool. Thing is though, the people I hangout with in school are just at the 21/22 age group and when monday morning comes, they always have stories beginning with - ohh...i got so wasted the other day...
While one side of me looks forward to live vicariously through their stories, there will always be my mother's voice at the back of my head. Mum is one who frowns on many things. Drinking for one is big on her list. Today sitting next to her at the concert, cannot help but be worried that I have inherited many of my mother's fears and reservations with regard to life. There was a time where I could not give a shit about what people thought, but this is no longer the case. Does this reservation come naturally with age?
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