I have never been a particularly graceful person. In all actuality, I am a big of a galumphing fool. I fall over quite a bit. I can’t dance, except for the most ridiculous choreographed routines. I am quite good at learning choreography. The only time I come even close to being remotely graceful is when I have a pair of ice skates.
Even on ice, I wasn’t the most artistic of skaters. I was more of a powerful skater. Not to say I didn’t have artistry. I certainly was one of the skaters who can “feel the music” and exert some sort of emotion in their movements. I truly loved what I was doing and it came through. In that sense, there was a sort of grace.
Although figure skating is typically seen as a graceful sport, off the ice there isn’t a lot of grace. There are rivalries, fake smiles, dismissive attitudes, and outright rudeness. There are also a few friendships scattered here and there but those more often occur between people who don’t compete against each other. Some friendly rivalries do exist. It always struck me that skaters who were supposed to be so graceful and so proper were some of the most horrible people I had ever met. I guess that is what happens when you are all alone out there.
I always tried to be graceful in winning and in losing. Sometimes I was more successful than others. It often depended on the grace of those who I was competing against. There were just a few people who I LOVED to beat. Those who put meanness out into the universe are certainly the ones who deserve to get a little smugness when they can’t be on top. Gracious? Maybe not. But virtuous all the same.
Now to reveal our songs from last week.
1. Well my name is Young MC and I’m cold rockin’ the house/ I came up into the place and now I’m turning it out. My Name is Young, Young MC
2. My baby’s always dancing/ And it wouldn't be a bad thing/ But I don't get no loving/ And that's no lie. Blame it on the Boogie, the Jackson 5
3. The creator of what’s now cliché/ Had some funny words to say/ all you little things are incomplete/ Why did he speak of us that way. The Repudiated Immortals, Of Montreal
4. Just before our love got lost you said/ I am as constant as the northern star and I said/ Constantly in the darkness/ Where’s that at/ If you need me I'll be in the bar. A Case of You, Joni Mitchell
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I used to be all about the winning. Now, I enjoy the game and sort of relish in not having the pressure of always having to succeed.
But I agree...some people are awful and you just wanna kick their a$$ at everything because you want to bring them down a few notches.
What a great post. Love the song guessing game. Happy MM.
I'm right there with you in the can't dance department.
When I was 10 and my brother was 11 our mom made us take lessons. The instructor thought we looked so good standing next to each other, since we looked so much alike, she would make us skate together. Yeah, lessons didn't last long!
I know what you mean though. As "bad" as it is it feels good to put the uppity people in their place.
only sort of picturing your face right now...what what what's it doing? heh heh...march it out
I talked about ice skating in my Jantics post today too. :)
I am not the most graceful of human beings.
Thanks for doing Manic Monday! :)
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Ice skating sounds a lot like gymnastics. Fake smiles on the outside. Spreading rumors and being malicious on the inside.
my ego prohibits me from doing anything that I might look anything less than graceful, so, no ice skates, roller skates, or dancing. I'm sure the list is longer but ego prohibits me from disclosing anymore info. ;)
Loved the post.
Wish I had had enough confidence in my guess to guess "My Name is Young." That's what I had thought it was, but I didn't trust my instincts enough. Ah, well.
nice post!
I have no grace. I am a clutz. Hence my current bandaged knee as I face planted on a concrete patio...
ta-da....
You've been tagged with a Rockin' Girl Blogger award.
When you go through life banging into the edges of table, stepping on others toes, and spilling liquids in hard to clean places ... grace is an unknown quantity. It's nice to know I'm not alone in the world.
I'm not physically strong, so I have rely more on a bot of grace and a whole lot of not caring. I love to ice skate, but don't mind my total lack of skill. I am impressed ny people like you who do have that kind of athleticism.
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