is my GEEK showing?

Today’s Girl Talk Thursday post is about being chicken. I wasn’t going to post at first.. but then I realized it’s a topic I should probably talk about. For myself.

I’m terrified of a lot of things, but most of all failure. I’m too scared to fail, and as a result, I’m often too scared to try. I’m too scared to try making something of my singing talent. I have said how many times I would post a singing vlog here? You haven’t seen one other than Renee’s birthday song. There’s a reason for that. It’s not really that I’m too busy, or can’t find time alone… I could, if I really wanted to. I could say to DaddyGeek “Hey, I need a few minutes alone. I’m headed to the bedroom. Watch the kids!” but I don’t.

I know I shouldn’t be. Failure isn’t such a bad thing, and I don’t want my kids to grow up feeling that failure is something that never, or never should, happen. I know I’ve had success – I was afraid to try web design, but now I have a veritable small business.

I daydream about trying out for American Idol. I know, I know, you’ve probably heard me scoff at the idea. But secretly I wonder if I could make it. But instead of hiring a vocal coach, making time for my voice, and planning to go next year to auditions, I haven’t done it.

There are choirs I could audition to join. I don’t. I make the excuse that I don’t have time, energy, etc. I say that my interests have changed, that I don’t want to focus my life around music anymore, that technology is my thing now. Technology IS my thing. But music.. music is in my soul.

I feel like I failed at being a music student. I never knew the things the other students knew.. I couldn’t tell you whether a classical piece was Bach or Beethoven by listening to it. I had trouble transposing 4 bars of music at a time. Hell, I had trouble transposing one. I couldn’t play piano very well. I never got any solos. I was failing music theory, despite my fierce love for composition, before I dropped out completely.

I sing like a maniac in the car if I’m alone. After 5 years of marraige, I’ve just gotten to the point when sometimes I can sing in front of him in the car. Sometimes.

I’ll be honest, I don’t know where this post is going. I don’t have an epiphany for you. I can’t promise to get a vlog of my singing up here anytime soon. I doubt I’ll be gunning to be the next YouTube singing wonder.

But at least it’s out there.

I believe that getting your bitch on is part of the human condition. That’s why I just couldn’t pass up this Girl Talk Thursday topic – Pet Peeves.

Here’s a short (ahem) list of mine:

Breathing Very Loudly: If you didn’t just participate in a foot race, I should not be able to hear you breathing from across the room. Stop it. Stop it now. I would rather see you passed out from lack of oxygen than hear you breathe like that even one. more. time.

Related: Breathing Very Loudly WHILE Eating: This is even worse than just Breathing Very Loudly. Unless you just hunted and killed your meal after nearly starving to death (without stopping to cook it, because that would have given you a chance to catch your damn breath), you need to stop.  So unless you are Breathing Very Loudly While Eating With Blood Dripping Down Your Chin, it’s unacceptable.

Almost Putting Things Away: If you got up off your fat, lazy ass long enough to pick up your glass and walk it over to the kitchen, don’t you dare put that next to the sink on the counter. You either put it in the dishwasher, or IN the sink. If the sink is so full of dirty dishes that you cannot fit it into the sink, then guess what? IT’S TIME TO DO SOME FUCKING DISHES ASSWIPE.

Related: Almost Putting Away: groceries, toys, toiletries, laundry, papers to be filed, etc etc. {yes, I am totally guilty of most of this. And it pisses me off when I do it, I don’t need you doing it too, ok buddy?}

Yawning Without Covering Your Mouth: This is not your annual physical. I am not your doctor, nor your dentist, nor your prey. Cover your damn mouth when you yawn, I can see all the way to your tonsils and it’s just indecent!

Arguing About “Over” or “Under” re: Toilet Paper: Who the FUCK cares? Seriously? Is your life SO MUNDANE?! {not YOU, of course. I can understand why YOU care.}

Nicknames When You Don’t Know Me: Don’t nickname me. You don’t know me. And if you continue to call me whatever stupid nickname you’ve chose, you never will. Possibly because you’ll spend the rest of your days in a coma.

Wiggling Your Toes Within My Line of Vision While I Watch TV: Yes I know this one is a little insane. But if you are sitting on the couch next to me, and your legs are crossed such that your foot is next to me, please do not wiggle your toes. It’s all I can see and it’s driving me fucking batty.

Breathing On Me: When you breathe on me it makes my soul shrivel up into a tiny, wrinkly, crushed version of it’s former self, and that allows me to do horrible things to you. Don’t breathe on me.

Related: Breathing On Me While I Am Trying To Sleep: I cannot sleep if you are facing me and if I can feel your breath on my face. It will keep me awake. Please turn the other way, I like to lay facing this side.

Exemptions: Breathing On Me While I Am Trying To Sleep If I Gave Birth To You: You are adorable. Breathe where ever you want. But stop kicking me, you little fucker, or I’ll shove you off the bed.

Not Calling When You Said You Would: I understand, life gets in the way. But if I expect you to call and then you don’t, my mind goes bad places and I start to panic and consider calling hospitals and patrolling the dark alleys to find your rotting corpse. So call me when you say you will, OKAY?! ::crazy eyes::

Catty Behavior: Everyone hates high school for a reason. It sucked, everyone acted immature and petty, and you weren’t as cool as you wanted to be. Yes, I understand that the blogosphere brings up all those emotions that you repressed after you got to college because you wanted to be more adult. I don’t care. Repress them again, go to therapy, whatever.  Just stop sniping at each other, ok? We’re all human, we all fuck up, we all have our own issues. We get attitudes, we make rude comments… Do Unto Others, y’all. Just be nice.

Touching My Eyebrows: Don’t touch my eyebrows. It’s a thing with me. And don’t touch YOUR eyebrows while I’m looking. That’s a thing with me, too.

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Runners up: judging my list of pet peeves, reading over my shoulder, not saying please and thank you, leaving your shopping cart in the middle of the grocery store which makes me wonder whether I can take it or whether you’ve left it there for a reason, leaving your shopping cart in the middle of the parking lot so I hit it when it’s dark and scratch my car, leaving your shopping cart in the parking lot in an open space which means that a) I can’t park there or b) I can’t pull through YOU WHORE, obvious twitter ads filling up my twitter stream all the time don’t you ever tweet ANYTHING else?, following me on twitter and then not accepting my follow back request because you are protected, MySpace just as a general rule, people who want to purchase something from me on Craigslist as a general rule, overuse of hashtags, using IM/Twitter speak in a real conversation (i.e. SAYING “lol”)