Toids

When I was in high school, my choir director was a fun, goofy guy. One day he was assigning locations for sectional practice and said “Soprano’s in the back room, Toids, stay in here, Men in the practice room” We looked at him funny for a second. “What?”

“Toids?”

“Oh. Yeah. Well I was thinking Altos, altoids… toids.”

His train of thought made a lot of sense and resulted in a fun nickname for my section, but it only gained him weird glances at first because none of us were aware of his reasoning.

I encounter this a lot. Maybe it’s because I hang out with a an assortment of characters and have eclectic tastes. Maybe it’s because I have an overactive imagination. Whatever the reason, I tend to make connections that leave people going “huh?”

This inevitably leads to me trying to explain my convoluted thought process and more often than not giving up. Some things are better left off inside my head. I do have a lot of awesome stories to tell though and it is disappointing when people don’t “get” them or don’t care enough to listen all the way through.

But life is mostly us reliving and retelling the lessons we’ve learned. We share our experiences with others so that they mean something. The people and events that make up my past and my present are imperative to who I am.

So I will babble on, ignoring the fact I am being ignored.

Not that everyone ignores me. Some people listen, and share their stories in return. Let’s hope that that remains the case when more than two people read my blog.

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Posted on March 5, 2013, in Life, memoir, Music and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. I am a proud and dedicated reader of your blog. I happen to think the eccentricity is refreshing:)

  2. ya more than 2 people read your blog!

  3. Larissa Walrond

    yeah! more than 2 people read your blog!

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