When shirt-ironing leads into a personal reflection

So yeah, I take pleasure in meditative activities. I've mentioned a few already. Now I'll add to the list: ironing clothes. There's just something quite satisfying about spreading a shirt over the board and guiding the hot iron over the fabric and eliminating creases, leaving me with a relatively crisp, and smooth, shirt. That being said, I really, REALLY, want a full sized, folding/stand-up ironing board. I'm tired of using this mini, table-top thing. I mean, it gets the job done, but it's just so tiny. I need more surface area on which to iron shirts. Not to mention pants; the pant leg would be all over the place, everywhere except on the board. 

On a semi-related note, I will never purchase a "non-iron" shirt again. The idea is that these shirts are supposed to be wrinkle resistant so you don't have to iron them, but let's face it, they're gonna require just a little bit of ironing anyways. Also, these shirts are coated in...something. It's some weird finish they dip the fabric in before putting the shirt together. As a result, the thing is really suffocating. It doesn't breathe well (read: NOT ideal for dancing. No.) So from now, I will strive to skip those non-iron things and stick to untreated shirts, thank you very much. They're comfier and softer anyways. 

And about the DAT: I actually think I did really well on the PAT section. Like, I think I got a legit competitive score for that. Also, I actually found it rather fun, doing all those visualize-these-2D-images-in-a-3D-space puzzles. It amused me greatly (but also is what probably sobered me up the most. Damn). I also seemed to have killed it on the math section too. Reading comp was my next best score - that was...alright. ish. And then...sciences. 

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HAHAHAHHAHAHA yeah, nope. Completely bombed that shit. I so called it. 

Moving on. 

So I realize I'm not a great story-teller. Like say, if I wanted to share something interesting I experienced in my day-to-day life with a friend, it just doesn't seem to work out very well. I get through the information fine, but I catch myself stumbling over words - stuttering, almost. I really need to slow down. Enunciate. Articulating my words was my biggest problem in my acting classes. It still is, actually. I just feel like my mind processes things at a normal rate, but my mouth can't keep up with it, so it just fumbles words and then I get flustered and fail so hard. Or, sometimes I feel like I worry I'm talking too slowly, and the person listening will get bored and find an interest elsewhere at the moment. Now the latter might not be true; in fact, I know most of the time people will sometimes get this bug-out expression on their faces and be all, "Whoa man, you're talking really fast." Yikes. Allow me to gather myself and stop my face from reddening and I'll gladly resume my story and/or opinion. Also, sometimes when I'm talking about something I'm really passionate about, I get too excited and I tend to accelerate my speech as well. I just need to...slow down, I guess?

But then this is why I like writing. Here. This blog. These words. It gives me the chance to organize my thoughts at my own leisure. I don't have to worry about trying to hold someone's interest. I can write at my own speed. I can pause and think and resume typing at my will.

However, at the same time, I stop and wonder if this all seems a bit antisocial. For the most part, I feel like I've yet to have a friend(s) to whom I can talk to about anything and everything. From the most tedious and uninteresting occurrence of my day, to the most exhilarating and jaw-dropping story about my night. (The latter would probably never happen. My nights are rather uneventful.) I don't have a small gang of friends with which I could call any of them up and just be like, "Hey, let's hang out. Be there." At the present, trying to hang out and see friends feels a little like a chore. It seems to require a degree of planning. It involves trying to look presentable. Shouldn't hanging out with best friends be almost effortless? 

There are times where I wish I had a few best guy- friends. The problem is, I find guys my age to be so...hm, immature isn't the word. Lord knows I can be immature. But maybe it's the maturity level. That might be it. I feel that I've yet to meet a guy to whom I can relate to on the same frequency of fluctuating maturity. Having gal-friends is fine and all, but they're still members of the opposite gender, and in the long run, that's not gonna fly.

Basically, I continue writing here because I feel like I don't have a best friend with whom I can talk to all the time. 

Or, well. Hmm. Just now, that statement sounded a bit like girl logic. Is it? I don't know. Well I'm not saying, "omg gaiz, I needz ur pity bc I'm so lonelyyyyy."(Because I know there's only like, three or four people who even keep up with this thing regularly). For the most part, I don't mind being by myself. Things are simpler when I don't have people who need me for things. But then other times, I do yearn for some kind of human connection. 

And well, going back a bit now: because of my less than stellar verbal communication skills, I've always found solace in other forms of self-expression. I've been playing music for pretty much all my life to this point. Something about sounds and melodies, how you can manipulate them to imply different emotions and feelings. I find pleasure in writing, how you're able to craft and compose words, and shape them to tell a moving story, or tease with a poem's message. 

But dance. Dance is something else entirely, to me. It's like, music and writing have sustained my need for self-expression fine enough up to this point, but dance is like...the final key. It brings everything together. It allows me to experiment with music and its emotions. Like writing, I can compose and choreograph to convey a message or theme. But it also adds something else, and this is a bit abstract, but I find it to be most crucial. For me, I especially enjoy dance because of the different energies I can feel and manipulate. I've only just started and I know I'm only a beginner, but I'll just say what I can from my experiences thus far. Jazz feels very articulated and sharp. It's certainly malleable, allowing room for many different many flavors of music. To me, it's sassy, bold, sly, mischievous, even sexy at times. I haven't done anything close to a formal beginner's ballet lesson yet, but from what I can observe, ballet comes across as raw power under the guise of elegance. The things those dancers can do are simply unbelievable. Dizzying turns and gravity-defying leaps, all while maintaining a certain poise and grace. Amazing. Contemporary meanwhile seems to be the most pliable. I feel like it has the greatest range of interpretation, and the number of ways one could use the energy to move in this style are nearly infinite. And of course ballroom is essentially about the energy between two people, how you can give and receive and read each others' energy in order to successfully move across the floor. 

I've discovered dance. I want more. So much more. And I'm just about prepared to do whatever it takes to get what I want.