Well, my senior prom was like this:
I get suckered into going. I had ZERO interest in going, I hated pretty much everyone in my class, and it was the last thing I wanted to do. Somehow I get hoodwinked into going out with this girl, a junior, who, god only knows why, had a crush on me (and she was cute too, so it remains lost on me to this day why she had a crush on me). So, I go through all the BS of getting my tux, blah blah blah.
That night, I go to pick her up and it had been raining. Step in the mud. About the bottom inch of my pants, covered in mud. Damnit.
Meet her parents, sister, take pictures, blah blah blah.
Get to the prom, I've got zero interest in being there. She ditches me and goes and hangs out with her friends. Part of me is mad for getting ditched, part of me is relieved, cuz now I can call her a crazy bitch that never really did have a crush on me, and it was all just a ruse to get into the prom for free (little did I know, she genuinely did have a crush on me (found out a year or so later). But screw that! This chick is crazy! To hell with her!).
So, I hang out the rest of the night, get a pity dance from the girl I had a crush on since the 4th grade (she can burn in hell too). Danced with a few other ladies (only now do I realize those were the girls I truly cared about in HS. I was just too much of an ass to realize it).
Well, prom came and went, and then came postprom. Once again, I'm hoodwinked into going. They've got all kinds of dumb crap going on. Including one of those human fly dealies. Subsequently, a few of my female "friends" talked me into trying it out (they can all burn in hell too). I tried it. It wasn't pretty.
SMACK! I hit the wall. BOUNCE! I dont stick. ROLL! Right back to the floor. CRUNCH! I smash my elbow. BANG! I perform a grade a face plant into the concrete floor.
I still have a big notch in my elbow where the bone chipped. I had a nice fun concussion.
The human fly game can burn in hell too.
Come to think of it, 90% of the people I went to highschool with can burn in hell.
The good thing to come of it? I've managed to legitimately block a good 80% of my pre-college memories. Swear to god! I've got entire years missing, people I supposedly knew completely vanished into thin air! It's actually quite nice. Once I reach a full 100%, I'll be quite happy!
But I'm not bitter or anything.