Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Rambling

I'm trying to figure out what it is I want to do with my life. Teachers and professors are always telling me about the potential I have, but that's incredibly overwhelming. An English professor once told me that I should quit dancing because it's "a waste of a good mind". Talk about a backhanded compliment. Or there was a dance teacher I once had who called me his "nightingale bird". Basically, it's a Chinese story of a bird that sings prettier than all the others, but it's too stubborn and only sings when it wants. It was a total backhanded compliment. He is a world-renowned choreographer and dancer who danced for the Paris Opera Ballet and he said I was beautiful and talented! Amazing! However, I am too stubborn to be consistent. Dance is all about consistency. If you can't give the choreographer exactly what they want you're kind of worthless. I'm a teacher's "worst nightmare" because I'm too inside my own head and as hard as people try, that thing sitting on my neck is damn vault. It's not even that I'm stubborn, at least not with dance. It's that I play mind games with myself. "It's not worth it" "Why even try" "Give up" "It doesn't matter" "You're not good enough"...sure....you can trace this back to the dark corners of my childhood, adolescence, teen years, etc....but...why just accept that? There's some mental rehabilitation to be done.

 

I always have this opposition of wanting someone to tell me what it is that I should be doing, while at the same time never wanting to be told what to do. It's odd. 

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

My First Time

Nothing like a first. I used to kind of blog on my myspace and I always liked it. It was very therapeutic. I saw my girl Melissa's blog and it seemed like a nice outlet for words and thoughts that usually have no other way of being spoken. My life is a bit static at the moment, but at least it's not stagnant. I'm just building up some energy. For the first time in a long time I feel calm and excited for what's to come. I always just wish that time would stop and I can just breath. However, I shed some tears recently and I feel like I have less baggage. I wish I was better at crying, but I'm just not. 

I was sitting outside today talking to two of my favorite ladies (Mackenzey and Amanda) about men, life, and a bunch more. We were talking about crying. I just sit there sometimes feeling like shit and not being able to cry. Something has to set me off, which means that I usually have people around me when I start to cry. However, I hate crying in front of people so I always stop myself. I hate giving people the idea that I'm a bit of a mess, but I hear that it's easy to tell. 

PS. I'm excited for class tomorrow because all I have is dance classes. My art history class is cancelled. It's been a long time since I was happy about dancing. tis a sad sad thing.