Tuesday, June 28, 2011
confessions of a car dancer.
Of course, a mere month later, he proceeded to break her heart. I sat back and observed as he dated every single one of my friends, leaving a trail of tears behind him. I still thought he was tremendously handsome. My heart raced every time he entered the room. But I had accepted it was not to be, and so I stood back in the shadows and watched him charm the ladies with his big blue eyes and shy smile. He had a kind heart and perfect pitch, and was one of those people that lit up a room when he entered. I had a feeling that deep down, he really wasn't as cool as he played himself off to be. I wondered why he kept himself constantly moving and surrounded by people, and what would happen if he stood still for just one moment with his thoughts.
Having never been a person who had swagger, or knew how to play "the game", I have always been impressed with those who have "it". But as I car dance my way across the city, windows rolled up, hip hop blaring, looking completely ridiculous, alone with my thoughts, I think maybe I am the way I am for a reason. But it sure would be nice to come off cool every now and again. It sure would.