I am generally not a delusional person. I'm positive, and I look at the bright side of things, but I don't usually try to convince myself of things that aren't really true.
But for some reason, when I'm driving down the road, I tell myself that no one can see me, and I really let loose. I have no problem singing at the top of my lungs, snapping my fingers, raising the roof, and shaking my groove thang like there's no tomorrow. Sometimes I even bust out with the Mariah Carey hand movements when I'm trying to hit the high notes.
And honestly, I have ZERO rhythm and probably look like I'm flailing around because I'm in some sort of trouble or pain. But I honestly don't care. I pretend like my windows are completely opaque and that my secret's safe. That no one knows that this well-educated, fairly normal, twenty-something girl is actually a complete spaz who likes to dance in her car.
So if you're driving around town and see a girl with absolutely no rhythm breaking it down in a little yellow mustang, you'll know who it is. :)
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