Self-Awareness

A while ago, I watched Avatar in a movie theater in Walnut Creek. It was such an entertaining movie, but I didn't experience all the joy it had to offer. I was uncomfortable in a size 7 jacket my parents said was 'warm'. I had a haircut that made my hair go shorter than my ears. Yes, my parents say I must look proper to the eyes of others. We were the only family in there. The rest were loners or couples ready go into a 69 about anytime soon. So watching the movie, I could imagine hearing people laughing at the strange family in the theater. The only family. The family consisting of a dad with glasses staring awkwardly at the screen, a mom who tilted her head to one side while watching, a small girl chewing and sputtering popcorn, and a Guy with a gay haircut and a 'fat' eskimo sweater. Sigh... when did I become so self-concious?? I liked the days when I wouldn't have to worry about wearing a 'Children's Place' shirt, or a jacket with the ugly words GAP sewn on a fake badge on the sleeve. Yes, back to fourth grade, or maybe even to sixth...