I see those who seem to hear the same beat, the same rhythm, like so many aligned majorettes.* Kicking and twirling. Turning and smiling. I join them, swept up. I go along for awhile and even think I'm one of them. Enjoying the beat. I can hear it.Then. Then the rhythm becomes too relentless for me and I lose focus. Suddenly, I'm out of formation. I've injured someone. I sing instead of march. I get stares. What are you doing? What are you talking about?
Not 'NSync. I dust myself off. Look around. I get my bearings and look at myself. Then I remember: that's not my beat. Fortunately, I find others out in the field like me, who prefer to let the sequins and batons go by.
*Now if you were a majorette, don't get offended. I'm just trying to make an analogy. I used to be a cheerleader.
6 comments:
I still can't imagine you as a cheerleader. I think we need pictures. =) I'm a visual learner, after all.
And I know what you mean with this post in general. Jeff and I say, "these are not our people" to convey the same thought. Occasionally we discover someone who is one of our people and we rejoice...with a sort of geekiness that's sure to run off anyone we may have been mistaken about.
So true. I have never been "one of the crowd." I understand how you feel. I find people who march to the beat of their own drummer much more fascinating than the same old same old.
It wasn't until I discovered blogs that I really saw that there were people out there who liked what I liked and who had my sense of humor. Too bad we don't all live near each other.
My mother had a fantastic saying she would tell me when I complained that no one liked the things I liked. "Wouldn't it be boring if we were all the same?" Revel in your uniqueness for that is what makes you special.
I usually feel complimented when someone calls me weird, even if the person didn't mean it that way.
I think weird is a good word, not a pejorative. :-)
http://mommieslittlemonsters.blogspot.com/2009/02/weirdcrazy-and-beautiful.html
that's a post one of my "real life friends" did. I love the first line. Her daughter is a riot.
The music in my head is different than what's on the loudspeaker too. I'm okay with that, I just wonder what the rest of the world thinks...
I think people who march to their own beat are much more interesting. :-)
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