An Alternate Slice of Reality

"Monet11;c-18286249" wrote:

:D No, then. I am super picky about music. :D Maybe you could go down the road I took and learn to dance instead? Once, I had a dream to be good at the Foxtrot. But alas, my body was too short to match the height of the music. My heart soared at the velvety sound of Singer/Songwriters, but my bones said no, you will only ever be this tall. So I danced the best I could. And the tall women always won the trophy. But I had a very grand time.

It sounds lovely but I find it is other dimensions that challenge me,
for most dances are simply too fast for me to jiggle along gracefully
therefore leaving me huffing and puffing down several houses on the block,
something which I would rather leave for Greg to do

I think if I was to do anything musical I would simply torture my neighbors with some singing,
much like my dear friend Hyacinth Bucket

except make it metal mayhaps

part of me does want to learn to play bass
put part of me also notes that i do not own bass
and I do not possess the willpower for self educating myself about anything basically

knitting I do sometimes when I am possessed by spirit of Miss Marple
but I'm afraid I really do own too many pairs of woolly socks already to justify creating a new pair

Well, now we see... here is the root of your problem. You must knit a hat now instead. You have boxed yourself in and stifled your talent. You must let it out of the box so that it can stretch and breathe. The gloominess cannot stay when the light is let in. Open the box and knit a grand hat. Or a bad hat. The first one might be bad. But the next one will be grand, I am sure of it!

I'm afraid wearing hats is not my strong suit either
I have tendency for hot headedness and wearing winter hats tends to overheat my little grey cells

I shall however consider knitting cursed sweater should I have enough yarn