Writers' Workshop Wednesday with Mama Kat:
Prompt of Choice: Recall a time when you did something to get noticed. (#1)
Over the years I have done any number of things to intentionally get the attention of others.
I have studied in hopes of gaining the approval of teachers and parents.
I have rehearsed in hopes of performing well in plays and gaining the appreciation of audiences.
I have exercised and painstakingly attired myself in hopes of creating a silhouette that evoked envy in women and admiration in men.
I have spun tales of romance and intrigue in an attempt to catch the interest of agents, editors, and publishers alike.
I have assessed the pros and cons of being blond versus brunette, trying out both while carefully observing the effect it has on others—which I might add was not the effect I had anticipated (I will save those findings for another post entirely).
All for the benefit of a little positive attention from people as close as my husband all along the relationship spectrum to complete strangers.
But what I often forget to consider is the action that will draw attention I don’t wish for. Getting noticed, I have discovered, is not universally positive. It is not always something to be desired. It is often to be avoided at all costs. And the worst kind is when you get noticed and you don’t realized why, or that it is for a negative reason, which you missed entirely--having mistaken the true reason—until it is too late and the damage is done.
What I really wish someone had told me, is that wearing a pretty, flitty summer skirt to school will likely get you attention. But if you’re not careful, you will likely wish it hadn’t.
Since I am about to embark upon further education, I thought it appropriate that I revisit a memorable moment from my first year of college. Let me just say, by all means, wear the cute skirt that swishes about your thighs and makes you feel pretty. Don’t, however, heave your backpack up onto your shoulder and walk diagonally across the entire college campus marveling at the attention you are getting from guys and girls alike, while NOT noticing the cool breeze upon your backside.
Or at the very least, check to make sure said skirt is not tucked up under said backpack, exposing your derrière for the world to see. Unless of course you LIKE getting noticed, regardless of the why. Then by all means carry on.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
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17 comments:
At the risk of sounding cliche...I can totally relate to this post. All of it...except the part about the breeze on my backside, but frankly I wouldn't put it past fate to bring that little bit of interestingness to my life at some point...
Great post!
You did not! In college no less! Yikes! Was that easy to get over or did it take a while? & why the hell didn't anyone tell you??
I don't look for attention & haven't for a long time. I need to seek it out, now.
I would look forward to reading a post about your findings and the differences between being blonde & brunette! I know it'd be an interesting read (and funny). Now that I found you (through MamaKat), I know I'll be back around. You write very well. The last 2 weeks I dropped by & I am glad I did.
Very cute writing! Unexpected, funny, love it!
And yes, I too will look forward to your findings on the blonde vs. brunette thing. I am still trying to figure that one out.
Oh God, that just brought back a memory... tucking my skirt into my tights in high school... and going to the cafeteria like that. I feel your pain :)
beautifully written and close to my heart. i have done all of these things numerous times, i just didn't have the courage to write them.
That is one of the reasons I don't wear skirts :-)
I got lost in your lovely tone and words. Wow. You are a brilliant writer.
Thank you for your comment on my blog, 30's are learning years too.
40 is so fantastic! It all come together!
I will be back.
I love reading your post..
You weave your words so cleverly..
Oh My Goodness.. The skirt thing is a huge fear of mine.. so I never wear them..
That made me laugh... the whole thing. Very clever, thank you.
Oh. My. God. I love wearing skirts during the summer and usually with the skimpiest panties I can find... if at all... because it's hot as the debil in Mississippi during the summertime and that's one of the few outfits that will keep one cool on days like this.
So, I guess my question is... please tell me you were wearing panties?
*cringe* Across campus?
I'm always paranoid after going to the "powder room" when I'm wearing a skirt. I'm always afraid I tucked it into my underwear or something. It's one of those weird fears of mine.
It's never actually happened though.
I hope you're hearing the "brilliant writer" part--I second it :)! Such a beautiful post!
Oh my...that is ONE way to get notice!!
Oh NO!!! Make it stop. I once wore a cute little skirt as a first year teacher...note to self: when wearing thin rayon skirts once might be wise to accompany said skirt with a slip.
Your welcome boys. Your welcome.
so they all just looked at you and nobody even said anything! how rude!
and how EMBARRASSING! that's way too funny!
I am totally cringing right now. However, I loved your post because you are so dead on about everything. It falls into the category of "be careful what you wish for!" I think famous people suffer from that sometimes...unless your name is Paris Hilton...she loves being famous for being famous...
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