Exit Stage Left

I have a reasonably good sense of humor; I laugh at myself and like it when other people laugh with me, so I figured that when I decided to dress up as Napoleon Dynamite for a Halloween party last night (Sweet!) laughter would abound and I'd be okay with the chuckles directed my way. However, almost as soon as I walked into the party with my size 13 men's black boots, "Vote for Pedro" ringer tee and circa 1976 glasses I was uncomfortable. The "where'd you get that shirt?" comments sent me into a state of perpetual wallflower for the rest of the evening. I was instantly transported back to seventh grade where everything from my curling hair, to my glasses, to the fact that I was chubby were the target of many a bully comment. I wanted to retreat into the corner with a big bowl of Halloween candy. Then I realized that I was an adult, had my own group of friends who like me just the way I am and, not only that but I have a car and a house and that I could just leave whenever I wanted to---so I did. Perhaps the reason I am so in-love with the movie "Napoleon Dynamite" is because it reminds me of my own life, in so many ways. I guess should've taken that into consideration when choosing my costume. Afterall, Halloween is supposed to be fun, not gut-wrenching.