Friday, June 11, 2010

I guess this is the beginning.

Well, I'm on the blogging bandwagon now. I don't know how I got on it, but hey, might as well enjoy the ride (that's what she said)..... hey where are you going?

First off, I would like to say that I am not a good writer, so don't expect anything great to spout out of my fingertips. Don't expect good grammar or proper sentence structure either.

Secondly, you're probably asking yourself "What the banana cream pie is a Kid Chiclet?". I suppose I should start by explaining what that is. It's not really a pseudonym, but more of a nickname. I got it a couple months back by one of my good friends Kim. Being a year older than me, she referred to me as kid. One of the first things you will learn about me, is that I hate being called kid. So once realizing this, she called me kid more, I mean, who wouldn't? The "Chiclet" part came in because she used to call a group of us freshmen "Chiclets" as in "Come, chiclets" or "I finna kill you chiclets". As "chiclet" was just a synonym for "kid", I didn't really like being called that either. So, she put two and two together and bam, I became Kid Chiclet. At least that's how I think it happened. At first I didn't really like the nickname, but it's grown on me over the months. I even etched it into the Great Wall when I was in Beijing a few weeks back. (Will post up picture of that when I get it)

Anyways, moving on from the topic of adolescent chewing gum, let's go onto the crux of this post.

For a while now, there's been a question eating away at my brain: "Why do I dance?" I mean, it seems like a fairly simple question to answer, and mainly everyone I've asked seems to have a genuine answer, but for some reason, I can't think of one.

Well, that's not completely true, I do have some hypotheses. It might be a simple answer in that dancing looks cool to me. It might be because I've met some of my closest friends through dance and would like to meet more. It might be because when I dance, all the problems in my life disappear for a while. Maybe because it's good cardio?

I gave these hypotheses to my good friend Alex, who to me is an amazing dancer, and asked what he thought of it; he said that it might be that dance helps me deal with or hide my insecurities. This answer really intrigued me. Being a obese ,fat , thick, pleasantly plump individual, I've always had self-esteem problems (still do) and although I really don't see it, people say that I'm good at dancing and it's feels good to hear it. Maybe I dance because I need the ego boost. Jesus, that would be sad and a terrible reason but I don't think that's it either. It might be that I don't have a single reason. Perhaps I dance because of all these reasons and more. I just don't know yet.

Good lord, my blog looks like a freaking mypsace page. I gotta relearn HTML and fix this... eesh


Icy Roses said...

What the hell?! You are not fat or even remotely close to fat or even pleasantly plump. You are thin. Don't be anorexic.

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