Let's Rock
I didn't know how else to introduce this post with as much of a bang, since I'm opening a can of worms that could feed the marine life in the Mississippi River for the next few years. Recent developments have caused me to become openly candid about the past, to which I do not regret disclosing.
I know, full well, that a certain relation partnership I once had is at an end, to which I inevitably have no problem admitting whatever transpired (or didn't) was my fault. How, exactly, did I arrive at that conclusion? Because once again, I've become a recipient of the silent treatment. Sometimes our silence is an action spoken louder than any word. Why has it become the norm amongst the XX? Like I have mentioned countless times before: I respect the brutal truth much more than cowardice. And I'm also well aware the conversations behind my back have become more commonplace than an anti-abortion rally in Decatur, Georgia. So what can I bring in return? Music, and only music which doesn't reflect madness or hostility; instead, confusion and frustration.
Now don't worry. I don't get mad and I certainly don't look to get even. After all, you can't break what was already broken a long time ago. Instead, I've walked away without any scarring. I can prove it with this hilarious video. Since my hopes of being the worst karaoke singer have almost gone by the wayside, I thought I'd give atrocious dancing a try. And that point where I fell down? I thought I could plant one foot and bounce back up. Go ahead and send it to YouTube. All I ask is for the royalties.
In case you want to hear the whole song, here it is.
Comments
Over all, why is that you XY's feel it's necessary to move the arm in such fashion. It's like you're spinning a record. And the other arm hardly gets any action.
Sorry you're going through a hard time. I hope you are doing well.
Thanks for the well wishes. The perfect analogy for this would be a "fly-on-the-windshield." And it's been easily washed away with no damage.
How is everything with you?
Glad to hear no lasting scars for you.
Things are going well here. Playing the game, living the dream.
Ugh, I should've ridden the bull, ala Happy Gilmore.
I must say, the 'spinning the record' analogy is pretty spot on.
...I'd like to know what possessed you to film yourself dancing in the first place...? the fialed attempts at bad karaoke...or the effects of alcohol?
my eyebrows were knitting so hard they were quivering, my friend! I'm just confused about the whole thing I think!
Anyway, glad music is helping you and we certainly enjoyed the view... but, next time aim the center of the cam angle to your butt...
We're the assholes when it comes to stomping out the flame before the wind catches hold of it and creates a wildfire...read: "Yeah. I'll call you, sometime." I don't advocate that rude behavior either. I ALWAYS call, out of respect for the other person.
If I zoomed the lens towards my posterior, you wouldn't have seen my patented "air-record spinning."
How did I miss this?
First....the silent treatment is not stereotypical to the XX. I can attest to my annoyance with XY over this cowardly and most frustrating trait. My husband is leaving me and I don't have a straight answer why because he is a total clam with passive aggressive tendencies.
Just do what you are doing...and just move on.
And last...the dancing. Love it. Nice recovery from the fall. And while I have no idea what possessed you to film it......it cheered me up because it was funny. Gotta love someone who isn't afraid to be a goof! :p ...and why do all of the causian XY usually dance the same? Is it built in the genes? Inquiring minds want to know....
Actually, you answered your own question. "it cheered me up because it was funny." I wanted everyone to get a laugh out of it. I can't answer the last question, though. It will be a mystery forever.
Anyway, thanks for the laugh and I won't be suing you as per your message ;)