Located in the heart of downtown, is a quaint little flower shop where my friend Madelaine works. It's a great place to pick a small bouquet for a friend or to just sit and talk with a friend. Which explained why I was there Wednesday morning.
As I helped my friend Madelaine cut and arrange Snap Dragons, she conveyed to me about her latest fixation, Michael. Madelaine had known Michael since high school, but after graduation, their contact faded. Until recently, when she ran into him at Hollywood video in the horror aisle. Which is a good aisle, because an aisle where you meet the potential love of your life is a good aisle.
Except, Madelaine wasnt sure if Michael was the potential love of her life. Their conversations were slow and short, but their make out sessions were long and heavy. And despite the fact, that Michael annoyed Madelaine greatly, something about him made her smile. And something about her made Michael smile, obviously, or else he wouldnt call her every night. But was it enough to be more than just friends?
Madelaine pondered about this, as Alice, the owner of the flower shop came in and gave her two cents.
ALICE: You should go for it. Be like, "Hey! So are we gonna do this?"
ME: Totally. Make the first move.
ALICE: Yeah. I mean you wanna pursue it, right?
MADELAINE: I think. I dont know. I just dont know if he likes me like I like him. I mean, he keeps saying, "You should take me out to dinner sometime," but I dont know if he's just joking or if he's serious.
ALICE: Well, the next time he says that, just be like, "When? Where?" Don't be so inhibited.
MADELAINE: What do you mean?
ALICE: I mean, there's probably a side to you, you're not showing. Dont be afraid to show it. When you find that right person, all your inhibitions are released.
I wondered if Alice was right. Did we all have some sort of secret inhibition, waiting to be released by that special someone? And if so, what was my secret inhibition? Was it a good inhibition or a bad one? And where was that person that was supposed to let it out?
I wondered about this the next day as I went to my morning journalism class. Ms Tyler blah-ed on about how to check our writings, while I sat at my computer, checking my blog friend Lisa's comedic re-telling of "The Frog Prince," The classic fairy tale story of a frog who had a secret inhibition that was discovered once the princess kissed him. As I laughed at Lisa's modern twist, Ms. Tyler saw me and craned her neck to see what I was looking at. Unfortunately, Ms. Tyler crane-d too far back and began to fall.
She pushed her upper body foward to balance out and made a grab for me to catch herself. I saw her yellow chalk-stained hands reach out to my baby blue jacket, and I freaked at the possibilty of having to go the rest of the day with a dusty green jacket, so I leaned foward, and put myself out of Ms. Tyler's reach. Ms. Tyler lost her balance, began to lean backward, grabbed for an empty chair, and fell ass-flat on the ground. The class fell silent. Ms. Tyler sat in silence. And I was anything but silent, as I tried to cover my snicker with a cough. I realized I couldnt laugh because the class would think of me as an asshole...the asshole who let his teacher fall and then laughed. So for 20 minutes, I sat there biting my lip and coughing, waiting for class to let out.
The moment it did, I burst out laughing, and was soon greeted by my fellow classmate, Corrie, the-not-so-hot-post-it girl. She laughed with me, in disbelief that I had actually let my teacher fall. Apparently, Corrie and I both had a sick and twisted sense of humor. And then it hit me. Was my sick and twisted sense of humor my inhibiton? It surely was something I had to hide, since it wasnt really accepted by most. Like the time I was at camp and my friend got shot in the leg with a beebee gun. He cried, while I laughed for hours at his pain. It wasnt something I was particularly proud of, but I had it. And was Corrie the special someone who let it out?
As Corrie and I laughed to my next class, she suggested we hang out on Friday, and do something. Which leads me to wonder...should I pursue the person who let out my sick and twisted secret inhibition? And if so, how would my gay date take it if I canceled for tonight? I mean, it wasnt an inhibition I had, so why am I still going through with it?
As I helped my friend Madelaine cut and arrange Snap Dragons, she conveyed to me about her latest fixation, Michael. Madelaine had known Michael since high school, but after graduation, their contact faded. Until recently, when she ran into him at Hollywood video in the horror aisle. Which is a good aisle, because an aisle where you meet the potential love of your life is a good aisle.
Except, Madelaine wasnt sure if Michael was the potential love of her life. Their conversations were slow and short, but their make out sessions were long and heavy. And despite the fact, that Michael annoyed Madelaine greatly, something about him made her smile. And something about her made Michael smile, obviously, or else he wouldnt call her every night. But was it enough to be more than just friends?
Madelaine pondered about this, as Alice, the owner of the flower shop came in and gave her two cents.
ALICE: You should go for it. Be like, "Hey! So are we gonna do this?"
ME: Totally. Make the first move.
ALICE: Yeah. I mean you wanna pursue it, right?
MADELAINE: I think. I dont know. I just dont know if he likes me like I like him. I mean, he keeps saying, "You should take me out to dinner sometime," but I dont know if he's just joking or if he's serious.
ALICE: Well, the next time he says that, just be like, "When? Where?" Don't be so inhibited.
MADELAINE: What do you mean?
ALICE: I mean, there's probably a side to you, you're not showing. Dont be afraid to show it. When you find that right person, all your inhibitions are released.
I wondered if Alice was right. Did we all have some sort of secret inhibition, waiting to be released by that special someone? And if so, what was my secret inhibition? Was it a good inhibition or a bad one? And where was that person that was supposed to let it out?
I wondered about this the next day as I went to my morning journalism class. Ms Tyler blah-ed on about how to check our writings, while I sat at my computer, checking my blog friend Lisa's comedic re-telling of "The Frog Prince," The classic fairy tale story of a frog who had a secret inhibition that was discovered once the princess kissed him. As I laughed at Lisa's modern twist, Ms. Tyler saw me and craned her neck to see what I was looking at. Unfortunately, Ms. Tyler crane-d too far back and began to fall.
She pushed her upper body foward to balance out and made a grab for me to catch herself. I saw her yellow chalk-stained hands reach out to my baby blue jacket, and I freaked at the possibilty of having to go the rest of the day with a dusty green jacket, so I leaned foward, and put myself out of Ms. Tyler's reach. Ms. Tyler lost her balance, began to lean backward, grabbed for an empty chair, and fell ass-flat on the ground. The class fell silent. Ms. Tyler sat in silence. And I was anything but silent, as I tried to cover my snicker with a cough. I realized I couldnt laugh because the class would think of me as an asshole...the asshole who let his teacher fall and then laughed. So for 20 minutes, I sat there biting my lip and coughing, waiting for class to let out.
The moment it did, I burst out laughing, and was soon greeted by my fellow classmate, Corrie, the-not-so-hot-post-it girl. She laughed with me, in disbelief that I had actually let my teacher fall. Apparently, Corrie and I both had a sick and twisted sense of humor. And then it hit me. Was my sick and twisted sense of humor my inhibiton? It surely was something I had to hide, since it wasnt really accepted by most. Like the time I was at camp and my friend got shot in the leg with a beebee gun. He cried, while I laughed for hours at his pain. It wasnt something I was particularly proud of, but I had it. And was Corrie the special someone who let it out?
As Corrie and I laughed to my next class, she suggested we hang out on Friday, and do something. Which leads me to wonder...should I pursue the person who let out my sick and twisted secret inhibition? And if so, how would my gay date take it if I canceled for tonight? I mean, it wasnt an inhibition I had, so why am I still going through with it?
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