Grab your carpet square...
These are stories from awhile ago that I keep meaning to record.
I was in a room full of chatty theatre people. I lay down on a mat and blended the dull roar together into white noise, erasing words and individual voices. Then, I turned the white noise in on itself and found myself in silence. This was successful until Kelsey got louder, breaking white noise, and thus, the entire illusion. I went from perceived silence to a cacophony; it was interesting. Then, I got up and told AmberLyn what I had done. She wanted to try, so she went and sat on the mat, her eyes scrunched closed, fists clenched in concentration until she gave up. She's adorable; it was amusing to watch.
I was walking across campus and saw a guy from 12th Street Harmony (I recognize all the 12th Street guys because they do gigs with Luminescence). I don't know his name or anything about him other than that. I sprinted up to him, grasped his arm, pleading, "Please, please, ohmygosh, please! Have a fantastic day." He laughed. "Is that all?" We parted ways in jollity. Later that evening, I was walking through Nykerk and he was standing talking in a group. I had to walk past him. I felt uncharacteristically awkward, to the point where my face felt slightly flushed. If he had been alone it would have been simple, just jokingly inquire about the fantasticness of his day, but as it was, I chose the "be nonchalant and remain unnoticed" path. He broke off his conversation to address me, "I did! Thank you." He then points across the circle at a guy I do not know, "He needs a fantastic day." I apologized, explaining that I had already given away my fantastic day and maybe I could give him one tomorrow. He explained some of his grievances with life and I asked if he needed a hug. He said yes, promptly dropped all of his things, and we shared a rocking-back-and-forth-with-mmming type squeeze.
I was in a room full of chatty theatre people. I lay down on a mat and blended the dull roar together into white noise, erasing words and individual voices. Then, I turned the white noise in on itself and found myself in silence. This was successful until Kelsey got louder, breaking white noise, and thus, the entire illusion. I went from perceived silence to a cacophony; it was interesting. Then, I got up and told AmberLyn what I had done. She wanted to try, so she went and sat on the mat, her eyes scrunched closed, fists clenched in concentration until she gave up. She's adorable; it was amusing to watch.
I was walking across campus and saw a guy from 12th Street Harmony (I recognize all the 12th Street guys because they do gigs with Luminescence). I don't know his name or anything about him other than that. I sprinted up to him, grasped his arm, pleading, "Please, please, ohmygosh, please! Have a fantastic day." He laughed. "Is that all?" We parted ways in jollity. Later that evening, I was walking through Nykerk and he was standing talking in a group. I had to walk past him. I felt uncharacteristically awkward, to the point where my face felt slightly flushed. If he had been alone it would have been simple, just jokingly inquire about the fantasticness of his day, but as it was, I chose the "be nonchalant and remain unnoticed" path. He broke off his conversation to address me, "I did! Thank you." He then points across the circle at a guy I do not know, "He needs a fantastic day." I apologized, explaining that I had already given away my fantastic day and maybe I could give him one tomorrow. He explained some of his grievances with life and I asked if he needed a hug. He said yes, promptly dropped all of his things, and we shared a rocking-back-and-forth-with-mmming type squeeze.