My coworkers and I were talking last week about peacocks and I mentioned to them that I could do a good peacock. They tried to get me to do it for them right there, but that was a little too spontaneous for me. I didn't want to do it right then. This week I was thinking about that conversation and sat down to record a video of me doing it (as well as other animal sounds) just to find out how it really sounded. I laughed so hard while doing it and the last animal--the donkey--was so hilarious; however, I only posted a copy of the peacock on my Facebook account to show them that I really could do the peacock. I am generally so quiet that most people have not seen me do such things and I even shocked the mother of a friend who also saw me as the quiet little mouse. Well...now some of them want the whole song (by the way, did I mention it was "Old MacDonald Had a Farm"?) with my animal sounds. That hasn't happened yet, but give me time. If I like it well enough I may just post it on my YouTube channel.
I was just asking directly for a moment of embarrassment by posting it on Facebook and I got it. The next morning after I posted it, a good acquaintance came to my work and the ladies who saw it told him about it so he pulled it up on his phone. Here's the embarrassing part. Not only did he play it in front of everyone, but he played it full volume. He followed me back into my office to try to get away from everyone, but that was a mistake, because that office, as small as it is, has great acoustics. Even when I play music at low volume it can be heard by the ladies in the next room. Basically, it was amplified by his escaping into my office. A good portion of the floor heard my voice doing the peacock. I have the choice on how to react when I get so embarrassed, but the situation struck me funny, and I've been laughing about it ever since. The confused look on everyone's face was hilarious.
I had someone else come to me and ask me if I wanted a boyfriend. I just laugh, not because I don't want a boyfriend. I would like it, but part of me is laughing out of embarrassment from being asked the question and the other dealing with such an incredulous suggestion. I don't have anything against men. It may be a little bit of a revelation about how I think about myself sometimes, but I have always struggled with the belief that they really liked me...in that way. They are always nice to me and kind, but the only ones who have acted interested are way-y-y-y too creepy....I don't fall for those sappy lines and sweet talk. I prefer no pretenses. Honestly, my ultimate dream was always to begin with friendship and let things develop from there. Sadly to say, that dream has never been met.
Last, but not least of my eventful week, I was asked at the beginning to wear my Elsa costume again for Friday since a group of little kids would be coming in to Trick-or-Treat. My costume's definitely nothing grand compared to the photos of people out there who have dressed up as her, but it is good enough to make the kids happy, so I was recruited again. It is funny to see the little kids go silent and stare while I pass the candy out to them, though this year one of the girls managed to thank me for the candy. That was really nice of her...and the grandchildren of a coworker came in the afternoon, one of the girls waved to me. That was also very kind.
