It’s only going to be a short entry today and it’s also a
day late because I’ve been away from my computer for the weekend spending some
time with Sam in Birmingham. Today’s entry is just going to be a collection of
some of the random thoughts that I’ve been mulling over this weekend whilst I’ve
been away.
A few months ago when I was having a slightly stressful time
at work I came home to Sam’s smiling face informing me that she’d bought us two
tickets to the Birmingham show of the McBusted tour. Now this is cute for two
reasons a) she is a straight up hip- hop fan so I know that it is not her kind
of music and b) I didn’t ask for the tickets, I didn’t even drop any
subtle hints, she knew that I was a bit down and it was a wonderful surprise to
pick me up.
I have been a fan of McFly in particular since the age of 15
so I was super excited and was hoping that the gig may bring back a few
memories from 10 years ago when I saw them live for the first time supporting Busted. Well the gig
didn’t disappoint at all, it was expectedly light hearted and fun and I sung my
heart out to every single song that they played.
The crowd was a complete mash up of people; some were my age
who were teenagers when the two bands first came out, there were young teeny
boppers and there were also plenty of older couples and groups of friends who
were there just to have a good time.
On the row in front of us there were 4 young girls, I’d say aged
14-15, who were what I would classify as stereotypically the ‘popular’ girls at
school. These young girls were so concerned with checking their make-up and
hair every five minutes, they sat on their phones for most of the gig and never
danced or jumped or raised their hands even though I saw them mouthing all the
words.
In the row in front of them were two girls around the same
age who were having the time of their lives; they were jumping and pointing
their ‘McBusted’ giant foam fingers to the sky, they were taking fun selfies
before the show and they didn’t give a hoot who was watching.
Throughout the entire gig and all the support acts too the ‘mean
girls’ as I classified them were laughing at these two girls, they started
poking fun at their hair and clothes, they made derogatory comments about the
fact that the two girls seemed to be a couple; I believe the words ‘ew and they’re
lesbians too’ were said multiple times and it took all my strength not to pour
my overpriced beer on their heads.
Then I got to thinking…
…out of these two groups of girls, who is having the most
fun? Who will leave with fonder memories? Who got the most out of their ticket
money? Is it actually the ‘mean girls’ that feel insecure and are trying their
hardest to project that onto others?
As I’ve got older I have learned to care less and less about
what people think of me and have started to place more confidence in the
decisions that I make every day but when I was a teenager this was never the
case. I was completely insecure and had little confidence in myself and my abilities,
I would constantly compare myself to others and felt that everybody seemed to
have it all worked out apart from me.I now understand that this is not correct at all and that
everybody is just trying to understand this funny old world we live in.
If I
could have a conversation with my teenage self I would tell her to live her
life just like the two girls on the front row because life is way too short to try
and act cool at a McBusted gig!!
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