I’m harboring a private desire to be a singer.
Not like an opera singer – that wouldn’t do anyone any good. I would probably just spend all my time in my room singing ordinary songs in an operatic voice for my own amusement. Things like Row Row Row Your Boat and Lady Gaga.
I would much prefer a singer-songwriter chick voice. Allow me to clarify: I do not mean the dark, pale, skinny kind. They’ve got their own bag I suppose but it’s not a bag I’m interested in. I’m talking about the ones that scurry around without a care in the world and then suddenly get all heavy-burdened and weary-of-this-world on you out of nowhere.
I want that bag.
Of course, I’ll never get there. I don’t play guitar, write songs, or really have any desire to do either in front of people. But it would be cool to be the kind of person that could. Because they’re so freaking intriguing and seemingly fantastic. They’re probably a whole mess of crazy under all of it.
No, I should probably just embrace my type. I am, after all, a theater person. I will cherish that. I will relish in my flowy clothes and freaky trinkets and accessories.
I haven’t really been paying as much mind to my gigantic owl bracelet or enormous jellyfish earrings as I should be.
Maybe I’ll just go full force and whisk around in all black and sporting yoga pants every day. I could start wearing pashminas in the summertime too. That will help. And I can quote Shakespeare casually and say things that don’t make sense but look very stern while I do it and expect others to nod along.
Actually, maybe just embracing the stereotypical theater persona will be much more fun. It’s much more natural, for sure.
It would be hard for me to stop walking around and spouting out cartoon voices all the time and I really don’t think that fits the whole “I’ve got deep scars” gig of the heavy-hearted guitar wielder.
I wonder if I can buy black yoga pants and pashminas in bulk. ♣