Uh, RUDE.
I am the most
Selfish.
Obnoxious.
Way too honest.
You know what...
Lemme start from the beginning.
So today, my family and I were invited to this music event - a sister of my friend was going to sing some classical Karnatic music (A type of Indian music that's really, really hard to master. In fact, my friend's sister took these lessons since she was five - and now she's like freaking 16 or 17. THAT TAKES SO MUCH DETERMINATION).
Anyways, me being me I didn't remember about this until this morning. The problem? I procrastinated a bunch of notes I was supposed to take yesterday, and I was planning to do it today - that is, until plans changed.
So we get there, and everyone's clad in sparkly Indian clothes - including myself, of course. And I knew for a fact that a few of my other friends were also invited, and so I was sort of pumped.
All brown people can relate to this: If we're invited to something, anything, we must come...er, "fashionably late". Party at 4 pm? I'll be there by 4:30. Brunch at 11? Is 12 good for you? Really important meeting with Mark Zuckerburg at 3 pm today? Hold on, I eat at 2 pm and it takes me two hours to get ready and another hour to drive all the way there...can he just wait till 7 pm? Ask him to pass time on Facebook or something until we get there.
You get it.
So being Indians, my family came like 30 minutes late to the thing. In other words, it's already started and I hear this amazing singing.
So we scurried into the auditorium and got ourselves situated.
Ok now, about the music.
It was AMAZOING.
The girl could sing. No, "sing" is an understatement. I know for a fact that there were people out there crying out of joy from listening to her music.
So detailed, so patterned that you could hear the emotion bursting from every note sung. It was like listening to a lovely story - you never know what was going to come next. I mean, I was in shock. It was so great, I was just like, "I didn't even know a person could sing like...like...." I was freaking speechless.
And NO ONE makes me speechless.
NO ONE can shut me up.
Ask anyone who knows me.
They'll agree.
Just...I applaud. It was amazing. I have never...it was the just best thing....good job.
Remember how I mentioned that I had a bunch of notes that I'd meant to take before I became aware of the change of plans? Well, I was pretty sour about it when I was listening to the music. I couldn't nearly appreciate it as much as I should've. The music was beautiful enough to calm me down, but I couldn't think afterward. Anyone who knows me, you know how impatient I can get.
Rachael knows this best. I get pretty pissed if she's like a minute late for anything. In fact, my favorite line that I like telling her is "Hurry up".
No joke.
So as you can imagine....I got sort of bored after a while. I really wish that I could've related better to the music, but I don't know...the anxiety to get home and finish my stupid notes overpowered me.
I really, really, really hate myself for being bored.
I really wanted to love the music.
My friend's sister is such a great singer.
But I didn't know how to appreciate it.
Maybe it was the fact that I didn't understand it. Maybe it's because the event was two hours of singing. Actually, I felt sort of bad for the singer, 'cause imagine sitting there ripping your vocal chords in front of over fifty people for two. Whole. Hours.
It takes determination.
And courage.
So after the singing (and the small speeches of thank yous and congratulations), everyone headed out to eat dinner - the food was placed in an empty field-like place. After eating a delicious meal, I take Rachael (who was there with me) into the auditorium to show her this cool unicorn mural I'd spotted during the singing event. All of a sudden, My friend's sister mom comes in. She says hi to both of us, and asks, "So, did you girls think the performance was boring?"
PAUSE.
Take a moment and guess what came out of my big mouth.
Done?
"Actually, me not being musically educated, I personally thought it was a little boring."
Someone.
SLAP ME UPSIDE THE HEAD.
Do I not think when I say stuff? What the hell's wrong with me? This mother spent time with her two girls, helping them learn the art and culture of true Indian music. This mother sacrificed her time to take her kids to their music teacher, convinced them to be determined. Both parents spent so much time and money and effort into this one beautiful event...
And I just blew it all with exactly 14 words.
Ugggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Me and my big stupid mouth.
She probably hates me now.
I can't blame her.
I feel
Really
Really
Really
Really
Really
Really
bad.
They should hand out do-over cards in life. 'Cause I definitely needed one right then.
Anyways, dinner's over and my family and I get back in the car. Inside, my parents start talking about how hardworking and determined my friend's family was.
I felt worse and worse.
'Cause I'd singlehandedly destroyed all that.
I'm sorry.
Really really sorry.
Rachael, if you're reading this, can you please send this to our friend this apology...I think her mom - and her dad - and her sister - basically her entire family - should know how much I regret saying those 14 words.
For those reading this who are just like "What the frick it wasn't that big of a deal." Or those who are just like "Oh ma GAWD you are the rudest person in the universe." Well, think what you want, but hey I'm trying my best to act like a normal person.
I ain't faring so well.
Oh, and for those who wonder exactly what notes I was talking about.
They were bio notes.
For Mr. Wilt's class.
I swear to god, one day, both my biology teacher and everyone one I've ever (accidentally) insulted will one day team up against me and kill me.
Better lock my doors tonight.
Selfish.
Obnoxious.
Way too honest.
You know what...
Lemme start from the beginning.
So today, my family and I were invited to this music event - a sister of my friend was going to sing some classical Karnatic music (A type of Indian music that's really, really hard to master. In fact, my friend's sister took these lessons since she was five - and now she's like freaking 16 or 17. THAT TAKES SO MUCH DETERMINATION).
Anyways, me being me I didn't remember about this until this morning. The problem? I procrastinated a bunch of notes I was supposed to take yesterday, and I was planning to do it today - that is, until plans changed.
So we get there, and everyone's clad in sparkly Indian clothes - including myself, of course. And I knew for a fact that a few of my other friends were also invited, and so I was sort of pumped.
All brown people can relate to this: If we're invited to something, anything, we must come...er, "fashionably late". Party at 4 pm? I'll be there by 4:30. Brunch at 11? Is 12 good for you? Really important meeting with Mark Zuckerburg at 3 pm today? Hold on, I eat at 2 pm and it takes me two hours to get ready and another hour to drive all the way there...can he just wait till 7 pm? Ask him to pass time on Facebook or something until we get there.
You get it.
So being Indians, my family came like 30 minutes late to the thing. In other words, it's already started and I hear this amazing singing.
So we scurried into the auditorium and got ourselves situated.
Ok now, about the music.
It was AMAZOING.
The girl could sing. No, "sing" is an understatement. I know for a fact that there were people out there crying out of joy from listening to her music.
So detailed, so patterned that you could hear the emotion bursting from every note sung. It was like listening to a lovely story - you never know what was going to come next. I mean, I was in shock. It was so great, I was just like, "I didn't even know a person could sing like...like...." I was freaking speechless.
And NO ONE makes me speechless.
NO ONE can shut me up.
Ask anyone who knows me.
They'll agree.
Just...I applaud. It was amazing. I have never...it was the just best thing....good job.
Remember how I mentioned that I had a bunch of notes that I'd meant to take before I became aware of the change of plans? Well, I was pretty sour about it when I was listening to the music. I couldn't nearly appreciate it as much as I should've. The music was beautiful enough to calm me down, but I couldn't think afterward. Anyone who knows me, you know how impatient I can get.
Rachael knows this best. I get pretty pissed if she's like a minute late for anything. In fact, my favorite line that I like telling her is "Hurry up".
No joke.
So as you can imagine....I got sort of bored after a while. I really wish that I could've related better to the music, but I don't know...the anxiety to get home and finish my stupid notes overpowered me.
I really, really, really hate myself for being bored.
I really wanted to love the music.
My friend's sister is such a great singer.
But I didn't know how to appreciate it.
Maybe it was the fact that I didn't understand it. Maybe it's because the event was two hours of singing. Actually, I felt sort of bad for the singer, 'cause imagine sitting there ripping your vocal chords in front of over fifty people for two. Whole. Hours.
It takes determination.
And courage.
So after the singing (and the small speeches of thank yous and congratulations), everyone headed out to eat dinner - the food was placed in an empty field-like place. After eating a delicious meal, I take Rachael (who was there with me) into the auditorium to show her this cool unicorn mural I'd spotted during the singing event. All of a sudden, My friend's sister mom comes in. She says hi to both of us, and asks, "So, did you girls think the performance was boring?"
PAUSE.
Take a moment and guess what came out of my big mouth.
Done?
"Actually, me not being musically educated, I personally thought it was a little boring."
Someone.
SLAP ME UPSIDE THE HEAD.
Do I not think when I say stuff? What the hell's wrong with me? This mother spent time with her two girls, helping them learn the art and culture of true Indian music. This mother sacrificed her time to take her kids to their music teacher, convinced them to be determined. Both parents spent so much time and money and effort into this one beautiful event...
And I just blew it all with exactly 14 words.
Ugggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Me and my big stupid mouth.
She probably hates me now.
I can't blame her.
I feel
Really
Really
Really
Really
Really
Really
bad.
They should hand out do-over cards in life. 'Cause I definitely needed one right then.
Anyways, dinner's over and my family and I get back in the car. Inside, my parents start talking about how hardworking and determined my friend's family was.
I felt worse and worse.
'Cause I'd singlehandedly destroyed all that.
I'm sorry.
Really really sorry.
Rachael, if you're reading this, can you please send this to our friend this apology...I think her mom - and her dad - and her sister - basically her entire family - should know how much I regret saying those 14 words.
For those reading this who are just like "What the frick it wasn't that big of a deal." Or those who are just like "Oh ma GAWD you are the rudest person in the universe." Well, think what you want, but hey I'm trying my best to act like a normal person.
I ain't faring so well.
Oh, and for those who wonder exactly what notes I was talking about.
They were bio notes.
For Mr. Wilt's class.
I swear to god, one day, both my biology teacher and everyone one I've ever (accidentally) insulted will one day team up against me and kill me.
Better lock my doors tonight.
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