Disinterest

My resolution for 2013 was to make myself more interesting. Vague, I know. But I did endeavor with something concrete: I wanted to make myself more interesting by learning how to juggle. Seriously, yes. I’d been wanting to learn for years, but never got over that whole dropping-things fear.

Well, this year, I actually executed on it: purchased the Klutz juggling manual and beanbag juggling ball set, went through the tutorial, step by step. For about two weeks, I was half-assedly at it, throwing these three little beanbags around my apartment, having them hit the couch, the bed, the walls, the floor, thud-thud-thud. Turns out I have the physical grace and skill of a three-year-old, and after enough times dropping those damned bags on the floor, I began to worry about my status with the downstairs neighbor and I stopped. I just can’t handle more than two beanbags without losing my concentration.

Those three bags are still sitting on my shelf collecting dust. I see them every day taunting me, but I just don’t have it in me to get over myself and not care about pissing off the neighbors.

But isn’t that the purpose of being interesting?

Published by Shawn

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One reply on “Disinterest”

  1. As I said when you told me this in person, juggle if you want to. Honestly, you are perfectly interesting as you are. I don’t tend to have dull friends, and neither do the people we have in common as friends. I don’t mean to sound like some stupid cheerleader, but you are fine the way you are. If there’s something you want to do with your life, do it, but you aren’t dull, I promise you.

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