the disco balls, where were they?
Last night, I was in Whole Foods in Chelsea, a very gay-friendly neighborhood in New York. As I was strolling around the store, the Village People’s “In the Navy” came on. At first I was all, “No way. They’re playing the Village People. In Whole Foods. In CHELSEA. How stereotypical!” But then…I started looking for the disco balls. I wanted glitter. I wanted SPONTANEOUS DANCE FABULOUSNESS, kind of like the lunchroom scene from Fame. I was doing the hand claps, where was everybody else?!
: sigh : Nuttin’. Some folks were tapping their feet, that’s about as far as it got.
So somehow, some way, I need to come up with a “universe disco ball” which will drop down at appropriate times and bring joy to the world. Doesn’t have to be huge, it just needs to spread the fun lights all over. :D Dance inspiration, babeh!
flip side of the disco ball
I’ve started therapy.
I know, I know, typically I’m running around all sparkle and glee, but…lately…not so much. And by “lately,” I mean “the past year.” And by “not so much,” I mean “uber-anxious and
somewhat depressed.” I’ve lost a lot of perspective on a lot of things, and I need to get it back.
So…therapy. Had my first session the other night…we’ll see how it goes. I’m pretty terrified, there’s a lot of things I don’t want to deal with, but I know it needs to be done.
Universal disco balls, they’re not coming fast enough…