So, this guy last week told me that his house mate had left a bunch of food from an event and asked if I wanted to come over and eat some of it. I explained that I was a very picky eater, and then pointed out that he was asking me over for leftovers.
Last night, same guy, asked if I would like to go to a Bar-BQ on Memorial Day with him.
Does this seem to anyone else like he’s asking me out? I’m such an online guy that actually being asked out is a foreign concept to me.
Even when I was young, I never had any real desires to exercise. While my siblings would be out in the snow or running around outside playing tag or ball; I would rather be in my room reading a book or watching TV.
In school it was a little different, I learned to detest P.E. class. Silly exercises that were mandatory, taught by either frightening muscled out hairy beasts or the women that wanted to be frightening muscled out hairy beasts. There was no explanation as to why these were necessary, what they would do for us, it was a ‘chore’. Now, the rest of school was also a chore, but it seemed less so to me. I didn’t mind learning things, just didn’t want any sweat involved in the learning.
So tonight, I go off to Gold’s Gym and meet with my personal trainer for the last time. I haven’t actually seen her in a few weeks, nor been to the gym. I just can’t drag myself to go, there is nothing of interest at the gym and I find it very boring.
I guess I’m self conscious too, I often compare myself to others outsides or what I see this guy or that guy doing. So and so can lift this much weight and I can only lift this much weight so why even try. It seems an effort in futility to me.
What I really need is a reason to go, some kind of motivation or excuse that will inspire me… and I haven’t found that yet.
I don’t recall the exact day I became a member of the Choir, I know I was pretty excited and let all of you know… I’m that way. Today was our first performance out with the Songs Of My Family pieces, we sang at the Steven Kaufman Aids Foundation event in Baltimore.
I was very nervous getting ready and in the ride over to Baltimore. I was even nervous sitting with the other guys singing/rehearsing before the show. One guy who I sat next to for the first time said: it’s nice to finally sit next to some one in tune. So that was nice.
During the actual concert I know that my entrances were off in a few places, and I forgot lyrics in a few places, but I’m seriously blaming nerves. I’ve listened to these songs, and practiced them so much my roommate already knows the lyrics.
Anyway, it was a very nice time. I was proud to be there and several people complimented the choir after the show saying how nice it was.