And We Danced ...
OK, it's time for this week's LJ Idol entry. We have two topics to choose from this week.
The topics are:
- The greatest joy I've ever experienced
- I can't believe I actually did that!
What's really surprising is that I really don't know what to write about here. The second topic would seem to be where I should lean what with my wild ways and stories.
Of course, then I'd have to pick just one thing. That's where it would really get hard. I mean, should I choose the story of my nipple picture, stripping for my family at Christmas when I was eight (and nine), my Richard Hatch masturbation story, my creation of "Crotchboy", of how I used to dress up in costume and greet people I pretended to know when they were getting off the bus, my streaking story, my first group sex encounter, my refusal of sex with a king, the bonfire and the bottlerockets, making out during "The Exorcist", single motherhood, experiencing childbirth with no drugs whatsoever or who knows how many other strange and sordid things I have done that others might consider shocking.
No, the problem with any and all of those stories is that I really can believe I did them. I really have very little that I can't believe I wouldn't do.
Really the only thing I could come up with that was in any way out of the norm for me was that 10 years ago, I was treated to a day at a waterpark by the company I worked for and even though I am deathly afraid of heights and water, I actually went down the large waterslide. It took me most of the day to work up the nerve and quite a while at the top to actually push off but I really did it and while it was probably one of the scariest things I've ever done, I did it and while I would probably never do it again, I am very proud of myself for doing it.
As for the greatest joy I've ever experienced, my life is not really full of joyous occasions. But there is one moment that I can highlight and while it is not that exceptional, it was really important to me.
When I was in High School, a friend of mine invited me to a dance party with a visiting group. We were taught various dances throughout the night. At one point we had to pair up so they had all of the boys get in a circle and all of the girls get into a circle outside that. When the music stopped whoever you were facing was your partner. Of course they were more girls than boys so not everyone was going to get to dance. Well, when the moment came, there was another girl besides myself opposite the guy one of us was to be paired with. I looked and she was the co-captain of the Drill Team. Therefore, I turned around and proceeded to sit down in the bleachers. I had taken two steps when I felt a hand on my wrist and turned around to see the guy (who was incredibly cute, BTW) holding it and asking me, "Why don't you want to dance with me?" I tried to point out the inevitable hotness of the other girl and that he would surely rather dance with her than a frumpy lump like myself but she was long gone so I went and danced with him for the rest of the night. I really can't tell you how amazing it was to be chosen over a "pretty girl" for the first time in my life. I saw him again two days later and he was very sweet to me and gave me a big kiss before he left.
I know that many of you will not feel that this is all that important a thing but it was one of the few times I have ever felt and self-worth and self esteem in my life. I really wish I knew whatever happened to him. I'd really love to thank him for giving me that one moment of happiness.
I guess that takes care of this week's assignment.
TTFN!
The topics are:
- The greatest joy I've ever experienced
- I can't believe I actually did that!
What's really surprising is that I really don't know what to write about here. The second topic would seem to be where I should lean what with my wild ways and stories.
Of course, then I'd have to pick just one thing. That's where it would really get hard. I mean, should I choose the story of my nipple picture, stripping for my family at Christmas when I was eight (and nine), my Richard Hatch masturbation story, my creation of "Crotchboy", of how I used to dress up in costume and greet people I pretended to know when they were getting off the bus, my streaking story, my first group sex encounter, my refusal of sex with a king, the bonfire and the bottlerockets, making out during "The Exorcist", single motherhood, experiencing childbirth with no drugs whatsoever or who knows how many other strange and sordid things I have done that others might consider shocking.
No, the problem with any and all of those stories is that I really can believe I did them. I really have very little that I can't believe I wouldn't do.
Really the only thing I could come up with that was in any way out of the norm for me was that 10 years ago, I was treated to a day at a waterpark by the company I worked for and even though I am deathly afraid of heights and water, I actually went down the large waterslide. It took me most of the day to work up the nerve and quite a while at the top to actually push off but I really did it and while it was probably one of the scariest things I've ever done, I did it and while I would probably never do it again, I am very proud of myself for doing it.
As for the greatest joy I've ever experienced, my life is not really full of joyous occasions. But there is one moment that I can highlight and while it is not that exceptional, it was really important to me.
When I was in High School, a friend of mine invited me to a dance party with a visiting group. We were taught various dances throughout the night. At one point we had to pair up so they had all of the boys get in a circle and all of the girls get into a circle outside that. When the music stopped whoever you were facing was your partner. Of course they were more girls than boys so not everyone was going to get to dance. Well, when the moment came, there was another girl besides myself opposite the guy one of us was to be paired with. I looked and she was the co-captain of the Drill Team. Therefore, I turned around and proceeded to sit down in the bleachers. I had taken two steps when I felt a hand on my wrist and turned around to see the guy (who was incredibly cute, BTW) holding it and asking me, "Why don't you want to dance with me?" I tried to point out the inevitable hotness of the other girl and that he would surely rather dance with her than a frumpy lump like myself but she was long gone so I went and danced with him for the rest of the night. I really can't tell you how amazing it was to be chosen over a "pretty girl" for the first time in my life. I saw him again two days later and he was very sweet to me and gave me a big kiss before he left.
I know that many of you will not feel that this is all that important a thing but it was one of the few times I have ever felt and self-worth and self esteem in my life. I really wish I knew whatever happened to him. I'd really love to thank him for giving me that one moment of happiness.
I guess that takes care of this week's assignment.
TTFN!