on my mind.

I danced for four hours last night, and all the sudden when the DJ picked the beat back up again, I understood the Sherwood Anderson short story "Adventure." I felt more myself than I have felt in years. It was defiance and comprehension and simplicity. I have never been more happy to be nothing but myself. All of my friends were there and the DJ was amazing and everyone was dancing and, oh, I was just so happy to be grown up. Not that any of that had to do with the short story, because that short story is depressing and fatalistic. But I understood what it meant to walk out the door uninhibited and run and dance in the rain. I'm still not so sure that I understand what it means to crawl back inside and hide my sexuality, but I think that's a generational thing.