cause i know in the end it's worthwhile

Maybe it's because I've actually attempted ballet, but I seem to be one of the few students tonight who appreciated the show. Not that I had a clue what was going on story-wise, but the dancers were fabulous. The orchestra too. I have to respect what they do because I can't do it. I've tried.

The photos are crappy quality because I took them with my iPhone. My camera is a bit big to lug around all day and night. But the Palais Garnier was amazing. We just don't have the same kind of tasteful extravagance much in the States. Don't get me wrong, the Blumethal is nice, but it gets its doors blown off by this place. I sit there on the edge of the balcony (I had a great seat), looking out at what looks like the movie set for Phantom of the Opera, certain that this has got to be a dream; I'm not really in Paris, seeing a ballet at the old opera house.

This is my life right now. Like a dream. It's sometimes lonely because try as I might, I don't seem to click with anyone (or rather, they don't seem to want to click with me). But it's nice, too, to learn that I can live and function on my own, and that I don't need other people in order to survive. It's funny because I don't notice too many others who are willing to go and do stuff on their own; so many people have chosen a person or two and clung on so tightly that they're literally never without the other. If they have to separate for class, they do so reluctantly, and only at the last minute, then meet up again as soon as class is over. Maybe I'm trying to look for a silver-lining on this cloud of being excluded, but I'm happy with who I am, and if other people aren't going to like me, I can't worry about it.

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