I learned that I was panicking for nothing.
Also some stuff about brain tumours.
And that I hate going to dances that are full of thirteen-year-old white kids who either act like wannabe black people or wannabe sensitive people and consistently act like college sleazebags. I was willing to bet most of these kids had just started puberty, at least within the year. To make matters worse, it was in a city where no one knew me... but my sister dragged me along, so I had to go, if not just to bloodily pummel anyone who looked at her askance.
There's something unsettling about being the tallest person for yards and yards. There's something even more unsettling about being the tallest person for yards and yards and then dancing or not dancing or whatever. There's an incredible sense of vulnerability, but I managed to loosen up enough to pretend I was five inches shorter than I am and laugh as someone who was hawking overpriced water dishonestly got owned by cheap honesty.
Still, it was an interesting bit of self-affirmation. I thought I was a skinny dude until I met the emo wannabes.
All in all, a fun evening.