I Touch Myself...

Field Notes From Grace

So I honestly wanted to do a performance in the high school talent show to this song:

Singing along to and dancing on stage in front of the whole high school to I Touch Myself.

But I thought, “I bet they wouldn’t let me do that song.” So then I started planning how I could somehow sneak the song into the show right before I went on like surprise, I’m not singing “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” it’s something much naughtier and more fun because girls do just wanna have fun.

Immediately I came to the realization I could never do it alone. I’d have to have someone to help with wherever they were playing the music if I would be on stage.

I’d need a friend.

But I didn’t have a friend in high school…

So, ho humm, Just as well, I thought, realizing it wouldn’t work out and probably wasn’t worth the mockery. I was so unpopular, I didn't want to open myself up to ridicule any more than I already was. And nothing attracts ridicule than being really, fantastically good at something. Collectivism hates that…they sand down all the edges of the far and bright until the median rolls so smooth no one can hear the tears.

Except maybe when we listen to music. We hear the tears then.