…and FairyChatMom, I sympathise with your feelings about ballet.
When I was in grade 9, I liked the idea of gymnastics, and I could find my way around the parallel bars. But I wanted so badly to get out of the organized team-sport hell called “phys-ed” that I was quite willing to abandon the idea. I was already unpopular, unnoticed by the women I was becoming aware of, and trying my damndest not to do anything else to increase my sissy factor. So out it went.
But now I sometimes wonder… could I start from scratch (at age 37) and work up to gymnastics? Certainly the schools around here (Toronto) seem to still think of gymnastics as a “teenage girl” thing. But I look at the Olympics and see that that is not necessarily so.
So, maybe this deserves a new thread: when is it too late lo learn gymnastics?
Geez, everyone’s being so serious and reminiscing about past desires. Oh well, here goes. I’ll never know what it’s like to have sex with a really, really big penis. Man that sentence just didn’t come out right.
There a a million songs from my youth I’ll never hear again.
I have a couple lines stuck in my head, but can’t get the rest to come out. Drives me nuts.
I will never know if I would’ve made a wonderful competitive diver…did it for one year, and i was good, but then we moved and my dad said the coaching fees were “too” expensive for him. So that blew that.
I will never know why I was made to have all the mental problems I have.
I won’t know why I’m labeled a freak by many of my classmates for never doing anything out of the ordinary.
I will never know why society looks down on those who act out aganist their oppressors, in which their solution is to try and conform harder. (think along the line of school violence).
I will never know the impact I’ve made on my friends for being who I am and trying to succeed in a life where my main enemy is myself.
Saw an interview with Bob Woodward a coupel of months ago. He said he will not reveal DT’s identity while DT is still alive, by agreement. He said they do exchange Christmas cards…
FairyChatMom:
Someone once asked me if I knew I only had one year to live, what would I do with my time. I replied with a short list. She then asked why hadn’t I done some of those things already -or- what was keeping me from doing them now? I shrugged my shoulders and told her I figured there’s always time.
But one never knows.
I echo Zyada’s comments: Please do this for yourself and give the muse inside you the opportunity to express herself. Unlock those reservations.
And BTW, I understand when “words don’t suffice,” but your dancer’s spirit has always been evident here on the boards. Your words are music and your thoughts poetry.
Actually, Zyada, I tried belly-dancing about 25 years ago. I didn’t really enjoy it, and I know partly it was due to an instructor who preferred to perform for us rather than teach. Mostly, tho, it just didn’t appeal to me… chaque un a son gout, I guess…
I’m humbled - thank you. After I posted here, I got to thinking: old and out-of-shape that I may be, there’s no reason I can’t learn to dance and use that to get back into shape. I know I’ll never cavort across the stage in “Cats” - well, unless I find myself in a nursing home production <Oh, the mental images THAT triggered!!> - but why not do it anyway? It’s just for me after all. And maybe I can volunteer to teach kids whose parents can’t afford formal classes. All of a sudden, I’m excited. Wow… What a great thread!!
GolfWidow, thank you kindly! I return the compliment with interest, and am so glad we started corresponding. Speaking of which, I’ll write you back either later tonight or tomorrow.
