...and no I didn't confuse the lyrics of the Barbara Mandrell song. I know I wasn't goth because about 13 years ago, which coincidentally was also the so called lucky number of the girl I was dating at the time. Who we will call Marissa, cause that was her name. Who by the way is fat now, looks just like her mother and is married to a marketing consultant. YAWN! I certainly dodged a bullet there. So anyway, I know for a fact that I wasn't Goth because we used to go to the dance club known for their acceptance of the "weird" or "misunderstood" type of people. Although, I have just realized this is the type of person I have become. You see, when you live in Utah and don't fit in with either the conservatives or the liberals you're kind of stuck in a very awkward position. Its a land of extremes and while I am a member of the major religious establishment, I'm really not one with the fold on a social level. Could it be my past and present experiences with drug use, perverted sense of humor, and my unwillingness to show compassion to the disenfranchised? Maybe, possibly, who knows and its not really the point. Oh, and yes I realize the many layers of hypocrisy which exist within me. So anyway, the point is is that Marissa and I are at the club and we start dancing, which I normally don't do as I have a total lack of grace or rhythm. But I decide to try and have a good time, so I do and lo and behold, I say unto thee, I'm having a great time! So great I just had to smile. At this point, she turns to me and say's "Brad, you're not supposed to smile while dancing to Gothic music, you look stupid. And this is how I know I'm not Goth.
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