Today I had a song stuck in my head by this English singer-songwriter named Kate Nash. I have a thing for piano playing female singers. It's just this thing I have please don't go hatin' on me for it.
But here's the thing about Kate Nash. Holy moly, the first time I heard her I was blown away. She was brash, vulgar, no-nonsense and had this delightful little English accent.
Then the truth set in: Kate Nash was brash, vulgar, no-nonsense and had this annoying little English accent. It didn't take me long to be disillusioned by Ms. Nash.
Regardless, her song "Mariella" found its way into my head this morning, specifically the part at the end where she says "evah evah evah evah evah evah evah evah evah" like 500 times. Maybe neat to some, slightly annoying to me. This song has no traditional song structure. It's all over the place, and I'm not really a fan. Here's the song:
I think introverts are some of the most mis-understood people. I'm an extrovert, but there was a time when my insecurities forced my beaming personality into an inauthentic introvert. That time was Jr. High...... BUM BUM BUM.
-A quick story.....
I've talked about it before, but when I was a teenager, I was really, really small. In the 8th grade I looked like I was 8 years old. I had a crush on this girl named Amanda. I had history with her during 2nd period and typing during 6th period. She was beautiful and had curly dark hair. She was confident and popular and I was totally crushing, even though this girl could probably eat me for lunch. (Seriously guys, I was small)
Well, she sat right next to me during typing, and still to this day when I'm typing (like I am now) I think about her and the very humiliating thing that happened to me when I finally mustered up the courage to talk to her.
Like I said, I had history with her during 2nd period. On this particular day, she had done a presentation in class. I stared at her dreamily the whole time not understanding or hearing a word she was saying about whichever historical topic she had been assigned.
Sixth period rolled around and I decided that this day would be the day I would finally speak to Amanda. During a quiet moment I cleared my throat and with my pre-pubescent voice said "you did a good job during your presentation."
"Sorry, what?" her reply.
"During history, you did a good job."
"Oh, thanks! Wait, are you in that class with me too?"
3 months into the semester, and she hadn't even noticed I have that class with me. My hell! My skinny chicken legs began to shake in terror.
And then she spoke again. "Sorry, I never noticed you in that class before. I'm probably too loud not to notice."
And immediately the words just came out of my mouth- "you're too pretty not to notice." I can't believe I had said it!
And silence..... total silence.
Amanda never spoke to me again. And I never spoke to her.
Maybe being a quiet introvert is the answer in life?
Thank goodness I never have to be a teenager ever again.
And thank goodness I found my dream woman anyway. Here's a picture of us from last week in Puerto Rico. I. Love. This. Woman.
You really know how to tell a good story!
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