Heals The Original Dryness

Heals The Original Dryness

i am no longer a faerie





it was not vanity that drew her to the mirror;
it was the amazement at seeing her own "I."
-the unbearable lightness of being

10.19.2004

 
Me: *pounce*
Him: hola
Me: hi hi
Me: i was just thinking of calling you
Him: this is probably better - i have no voice currently
Me: but i thought i'd pour out my angst into blog form first
Him: ok
Me: *shrug* long day and i have yet another coldsore taking over my chin because the weather has changed and that just makes it mad
Him: could be worse, i suppose, if those are your top worries for the day
Me: well, thats just been the overarching pain in the ass today
Him: ah
Him: so it goes a bit deeper then?
Me: yeah
Me: so i was singing today...
Me: as i often do...
Me: cause i know a lot of songs...
Him: uh huh
Me: and i enjoy singing...
Me: and couple friends from acting studio were talking and randomly songs were coming to mind so instead of contributing to the conversation i would burst out in song that in my mind was somewhat related to the conversation
Him: uh huh
Me: and at one point my friend athena turned to me and said "aileen, i'm not sure how i am supposed to react when you break out into song..."
Him:
Me: and for a split second i thought she was joking or sort of mocking way of communicating concerns in acting studio, as many of us do on occasion, but then i realized she was serious and was actually kinda made uncomfortable by me singing randomly and her not knowing what she shoudl do
Him: LOL
Me: as she continued "i mean, am i supposed to sing along or clap and say 'yay, beautiful singing' or what?"
Him: oh, so she was just being a bitch then?
Me: and i sort of mumbled a "well, no you don't have to do anything, i just sing all the time, its just *shrug* something i enjoy"
Me: no, she wasn't
Me: being a bitch that is
Him: well that's good
Him: odd that she would be so dumbfounded by it, but then, the world is populated by 6 billion people, so there's bound to be some strange ones out there, percentages being as they are...
Me: and i didn't get in a little amendum of "i like providing background music" which was my statement of purpose back in highschool but she had gotten back into the actual conversation
Me: anyway, its been kinda making me question that habit and liek what i'm actually trying to acheive if anything when i sing at someone, and makes me wonder if everyone is as dumbfounded or made uncomfortable cause they don't know what to do...
Him: usually when someone sings at me (and it's actually happened on more than one occasion, by more than one person), i just kind of wait for them to finish... i figure they must be filling in the lull of the conversation i'm not contributing much to, they may as well entertain themselves
Me: yup
Him: it takes me off guard, but i don't really care about it one way or another - i think "hey, if you can sing, go for it, because I can't"
Him: but that's just my take on it
Me: and really, whats so bad about being caught off gaurd
Him: as to what you're trying to achieve, i dunno
Me: its just song
Me: its not like i whip out a knife or something
Him: that'd probably freak out people less... they know how to react to that...
Him: maybe you should try combining the two, see what happens... :-)
Me: LOL
Me: this is really true
Him: well, on that particular window into the more twisted aspect of my soul, i shall depart.
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