It’s just a little two-session beginner’s class offered by a community adult education program; it’s not like a semester long course at Northwestern University. And I won’t be taking it because I want a career as a waiter… just for the time being… until things pick up…
I’m considering taking it simply becasue it might be a fun and interesting way to battle my insecurities. I mean think about it: I don’t know these people. Why the hell should I worry about making a fool out of myself. In fact, making a fool out of myself might be a reason for taking the class. I could actually attempt to express myself openly in front of total strangers. I mean, I’m smart, I’m funny, and gosh darn it! People like me (sorry, I don’t remember Stuart Smalley’s exact quote).
It’s only two classes, so it won’t kill me. It’s only $55, so it won’t break me. It could actually be fun. And I might even meet some women–well, some young, single, attractive women. So there are definitely reasons for taking the class.
But what if it’s hokey? I can’t stand hokey. Hokey makes my skin crawl. This adult education program also offers course on past-life regression and earning money through self-hypnosis. I don’t mean to insult anyone’s sensibilities, but these things I consider hokey.
So, what do you think? Do I risk $55 and 6 hours of my life to take what’s behind Door #2? It could be interesting, I could have lots of fun, I could learn something about myself, and I could meet new people. Or I could get a clunker, be out some cash, and spend an hour in the shower scrubbing the hokey off my skin. Aaahh! Get it off me! Get it off me!
Thoughts?