I thought it might be nice today to share a little bit about my somewhat peculiar personality, and what it’s like to be inside my recently turned 30 mind.
While driving home after my Mac lesson for today, Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana came on the radio in my mini-van. Instinctively, I turned up the volume (to a whopping 15) and added a bit of bass. What happened next was a bit odd, even to me.
A wave of realization washed over me that because I was lightly bobbing my head I must look like I’ve just left the set of “A Night at the Roxbury”. This simply would not do, so I threw caution and good sense to the wind and head-banged as much as legally possible while still driving down the road. As I flipped my recently trimmed curls to and fro I couldn’t help but laugh at myself and what my fellow motorists in their BMW, Audis and Lexus-es (or is it Lexi?) must be thinking. But I didn’t care, it felt good.
Hopefully someone else enjoyed the chuckle at the crazy Hyundai mini-van mom head-banging, but even if they didn’t it was an essential emotional emancipation for me, and will hopefully help me survive my solo-parenting week until hubby’s plane touches down Saturday. If I need another injection, I may just teach my children the meaning of the word “mosh pit”.
Great post! I’ll subscribe right now wth my feedreader software!