I Hope They Let Me Blog At The Asylum.

Mad Hatter

I went to Starbucks the other day. I walked in, I stood in line. I noticed that people were sort of smiling at me in an indulgent way- the way you look at a child when they are telling a less than amusing story but you want to encourage them to continue so you just smile and try to follow along. Then, I realized something. They weren’t smiling at me indulgently, they were smiling at me uncomfortably. All the people in line at Starbucks were very uncomfortable. And it was because of me. What could I have done, you might wonder, to make all of these people (and there were a lot of people in there) so uncomfortable? At first, I had no idea, and then I realized something. I. WAS. SINGING. I was singing out loud. I was singing at loud at Starbucks. Granted, it was a great song I was singing- and really they should thank me for exposing them to such stellar music. All the same though, I can understand why they were uncomfortable. I mean, being around people who are clearly bonkers can be awkward. I accept that- I just never realized that what I really needed to accept was that I was the one who was bonkers. But clearly, I am absolutely mad. I was singing in public and didn’t even realize it. Again, it was a great song, but still.

I’m not sure if this is the worst part or the best part, but I wasn’t all that embarrassed. I just sort of shrugged, ordered my coffee, and went my merry way. At least some people got a good story out of it. But you know, I’m wondering, if at some point, I should be worried because this incident all by itself is hilarious and harmless but coupled with last weeks “dancing” I am starting to question my sanity. Am I becoming more Mad Hatter and less Alice? When people refer to me as “eccentric” (which I’ve always taken as an immense compliment) do they really mean “insane’?

My Mom says no. She says that it’s great that I am so uninhibited. I’m thinking that maybe I should get some inhibitions. Then, my Mom reminded me that I had enough inhibitions in middle school to last me a lifetime. The lady makes a good point.

The Mad Hatter and Alice weren’t all that different anyway. All the same, I really hope they let me blog at the asylum.

16 thoughts on “I Hope They Let Me Blog At The Asylum.

  1. OpentoAdventure says:

    You are an inspiration, Girl C-Note Face! Those Starbucks customers are obviously the crazier ones for not realizing the blessing they received that day by your mere presence, let alone the performance!

    I wish I could experience your awesomeness instead of being confronted instead by guys dressed in long black winter coats (in SUMMER) growling the lyrics to whatever death metal is blaring in their ears… That kind of randomness is just not cool.

    If I’d been there, I’d have harmonized with you. Or busted out the Running Man. 🙂

    1. My vote goes to the running man- I think everybody would have been super jealous of us if that happened. Also, when I see guys in long black winter coats growling lyrics to death metal I just stare at them and start crying. It really seems to effect them. It’s like “hey man, I understand your anger and I feel your pain” they really respond to that kind of empathy. At least in my experience. Also, please continue calling me Girl C-Note Face. It’s really helping my street cred. 😉

  2. Sayruh says:

    See, if I had been in that Starbucks, I would have been thinking, “Boy, I wish I was like her. She’s so confident that she’s singing outloud. . . in Starbucks.” Really. Sing all you want. Who cares if other people are supposedly uncomfortable? I bet most of them are thinking how they would like to be like you, too!

  3. That’s brilliant. I have to be VERY careful when I’m listening to music that I don’t sing out loud. I sing like a bag of strangled cats, yet it doesn’t stop me singing in the office. Most strange. I suppose it’s because they already know I’m crazy in there.

  4. Lol. Eccentric is the new cool. Haven’t you heard?
    All I gotta say is Smug People are at your local starbucks!
    I would have broke to saying, “Gotta Dance Gotta Dance.” And start doing a little shimmy.
    It’s all about appreciation!

  5. Kelly Hay says:

    Sure, they let patients blog at the asylum … I’m doing it right now.

    But I’ve always been told that if you’re worried about being crazy, then you should stop worrying because you’re obviously not crazy. Because crazy people don’t know they’re crazy. Or something like that. I don’t know. I’ll have to ask my therapist to repeat it. 🙂

  6. Hahahahahahh, I love this. And probably because I can’t tell you the number of times I find myself not just tapping my foot but actually busting a move in public. I’m almost positive it’s out of jealousy that I receive the looks I do, but one may never know.

    Great post!

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