Ahh, I was talking about this with a few friends earlier.
Back before I joined college, I used to be utterly mindblown every time I saw a girl do the splits. ”Damn, that’s so hot, she’s so flexible,” I would think to myself. ”She must have so many guys on her…”
"Imagine what she could do in—"
I know, I know. I’m just being honest, yo.
Here comes college. I go to UCLA, join a dance team, and all-of-a-sudden I’m surrounded by girls who can do the splits. I was taken aback at first, but soon realized just how utterly common this “talent” is in the dance world. These girls did it so casually… stretching in full-on splits before practice, while studying, or even when they’re just having conversations with other people.
I became used to it, and now, I’ve more-or-less grown desensitized to all of it. See this picture? Hardly reacted at all. If that was me four years ago, I would’ve stopped scrolling for a good 10-15 seconds and just stared.
Hell, we had a performance today, and at least 3-4 girls on our team were stretching in full-out splits. All that registered in my mind was a passing glance, and I forgot about it in an instant.
Yup. That dancer life, tho.
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It’s not often that you get true, unadulterated alone time during an academic quarter. No pressing assignments, due dates, nothing.
I’m literally just laying on the sofa of my living room, all lights turned off except for a faint kitchen light which just barely illuminates all of the furniture.
I love it.
I just saw the prettiest Filipino girl I’ve ever seen in my life. Like god damn guuurl, you is FINE. The face, the ratio… my goodness. Wow.
Just had to put that out there.
Less is more.
I don’t know man, I just feel so humbled and grateful for everything. Great friends, a loving team, and just good vibes overall. The stress is definitely there, but the people I’ve been around with lately have made getting through each day so much easier.
Long story short—I’m genuinely enjoying life right now. Do you know how rare that is?!
Seriously though, thank you guys. I love y’all.
I rarely, if ever, genuinely dislike people. So with that I say congratulations, you’re an asshole!
I was gonna “take the high road” and hit you up every now and then to hang out, but… all of that… made me realize that it’s just not worth my time.
This concept is probably one of the hardest-ever to master: knowing what to say, when to say it, and how to go about saying it. More importantly: knowing when it’s best to keep quiet and not say anything at all.
That’s some shady-ass business right there. You think you know people, and then they just pull a 180 right in front of your face.
Then again, I had the strongest feeling, too. There are certain parts of a person’s psyche that are near-impossible to change, and this was something I was aware of since… well, a loooong time ago.
Thank God I was prepared for (and, in fact, expecting) all this, otherwise I’d be upset as hell right now. It’s weird. To be honest, I frankly just, well, don’t care. Seriously. It’s a first for me. I don’t really even think about it much.
Still, I am slightly annoyed. I’m pretty big on principles, after all: especially those that people place on themselves. Live up to them.
Be careful out there, bro. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.
When it comes to my own dancing ability, that’s all I really care about. It doesn’t matter how “good” I’ve become in recent months—there’s still PLENTY for me to work on.
Hips, shoulders, core strength, and footwork. Those pesky legs. Get lighter, dammit.
Sit into grooves. Groooooove with it.
Expand my “box.” I’m too “in-y” sometimes.
Dance the piece. Don’t just execute it as a sequence of movements.
Learn from others, be it directly or indirectly.