When I was in fifth grade, I learned to hate singing. Okay, when you hear that someone does not like to sing, you assume it is because they think they don't sing well – either because (1) they can't sing, or (2) mean people say they can't sing (whether it is true or not).
For me, juggling is the reason I don't like to sing. In fifth grade, I had a music teacher that thought that not only should we sing in her class, it is because she thought we should juggle as well. What juggling has to do with music, I really don't know. Perhaps she thought some of us were destined for Vaudeville.
I am not saying I am uncoordinated, but I just could not juggle. I could not keep two balls in the air, let alone three. And juggling pins – I would beat myself silly with them. With the newly acquired bumps on my head, I would confuse even the most advanced phrenologists.
You know, embarrassment is a horrible thing. For some of us, it keeps us from doing things that we enjoy. For me, in fifth grade, I would associate embarrassment with singing, not because my singing was bad, but because of a grade school series of incidents.
I thought about this today because of the embarrassment I felt last Friday. It just all came flooding back, because I saw an image Friday that a co-worker saw. Our brains are so complex – and it is strange what triggers what.
Another short post. Don't feel like posting today.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
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Childhood memories suck sometimes. I remember I was in a play when I was about 8 yrs old, and forgot my lines. I never wanted to be on a stage again. When I returned to the stage to play guitar at this cafe for open mic night- I got stage fright, but got over it with a few shots of Ketel One. That helps a lot sometimes!
Another thing that got me over my childhood fear of the stage as well as getting me to be more outgoing was to try a comedy stand up- I tried it for a "Girls Behaving Badly" audition.
No. I didn't win.
I need a shot right now. Is it still in the a.m.?????
Ok Leesa,
I can see that visiting my blog might seem insane to most people not only while at work, but even from the comfort of your own home.
I guess the price of screws
might appear more rivetting
looking at the latest bra or car
now that's ok - that is 'normal'
Sorry, I'll have to start another blog, just for you - one you can visit while at work whether during break time or not, without rousing any suspicions on your sanity. lol!
Shall I fill it with numbers???
Or would you prefer an estate agency full of houses & apartments.
Holiday resorts???
You could always claim when looking at my site, that you are checking out intergalactic real estate, or alternative travel spots. lol!
Hope you are having a fine day!
Sometimes Im embarrassed by the posts I leave on your blog.
~deb: you know, I have no sucking memories until I was in college.
quasar: I need to play dumb at work so people won't ask me to do stuff.
gw: yeah, your posts embarrass me as well. Just kidding!
vx: thanks, sweetie. I will have a half-normal post tomorrow.
I hate singing too. And like you, it's not because I can't sing. In fact, I sing just fine.
It's just that most people are pretty sucky singers. Since I can't bring myself to tell people to not sing, I have found that if I declare that I don't like singing, people will think: "Oh, poor guy must not sing well. I had better not flaunt my beautiful voice around him. I might make him feel bad."
Thusly, no one sings and everyone is happy.
hmmm,
no sucking memories
until college
No, no jokes, no PUN.
Pity that life is always trying to burst our bubble or dreams, and trying to show us that grim (sadness, hate, anger filled) reality is easier to achieve than happy reality.
I only have one piece of advice, "water of a ducks back" always turns ducklings into beautiful swans (even ugly ducklings) - and if you are filled with beauty to start with it should be easier to achieve, and not let your beauty be eroded by cynical bitterness.
So 3000 died on 9/11, well hello! 3000 die every day in England, so why let death trouble you.
So someone got cheated on today, well hello, yesterday is gone and today is only tomorrow's yesterday
Enjoy the moment, and the next, and the next, and the next ... but you need to know cold to enjoy warm, and viceversa. Laters ...
So, quasar9, how many refills on the demerol script did they give you?
My childhood, and much of my adulthood, were filled with embarrassing moments. Growing up with Cerebral Palsy was not too condusive to an embarrassment-free life.
Juggle AND sing at the same time? You gotta be kidding me!
I love to sing (especially in my truck...and at the top of my lungs) but juggle? No way.
No wonder you hate singing...:(
d rex: interesting; and I thought my singing aversion was quite unique (the reason, not the aversion).
quasar: good outlook on life!
bruce: you know, it sounds like you may have a book in you.
stacy: I sometimes wonder if these types of teachers are sadistic people who know exactly what they are doing.
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