For reasons as yet not understood, about six months ago I allowed myself to be photographed by my sister Trina while... freestyling. We all do it -- freestyle, I mean. (At least I think we all do it.) I did it so that she could play with the shutter on her new camera, and also because she asked me to and it made her laugh pretty hard. And also because I will do pretty much anything. It's a defect I have.
I realized something yesterday, and it is this:
There is just no excuse for me. None.
I've just always been this way.
Let's call it a propensity to not care enough about what others might think.
Can we call it a problem with impulse control?
But dangit, when the mood strikes to shake my groove thing, I just gotta shake it! Plus, I had to learn to deal with this aspect of myself a long time ago. And in fact, I am pretty glad I'll get up and dance rather then just sit in my chair and wish I could dance, or much worse -- sit in my chair and pity the people dancing. Girls just wanna have fun, you know?
Let's still be friends.