From time to time, I imagine myself performing on stage. I imagine singing, pulling the audience in and in. Or I am a comedian…where suddenly I am on the roll, making people laugh, cry, scream.<\/p>\n
In my high school yearbook, partly facetious and partly serious, I wrote for the question “Where do you see yourself in 10 years”: “A drummer in LA”.<\/p>\n
I always wondered what most people thought.<\/p>\n
I love the spotlight. Or at least that’s the inner side of me speaking.<\/p>\n
It hasn’t changed, but suddenly when I get a few chances to be in the spotlight, I want to hide. I hate giving speeches in front of people. I hate giving presentations. I hate singing or dancing. Sports, don’t even ask.<\/p>\n
Yet I crave for it. The small part of me, thinks how exciting it will be. So I plan and plan and plan for such moments. As part of a greater goals. Because I think that I tell everyone my design plans better than my colleagues. Because I know more about ice cream than anyone else in the room. Because I want people to know about the project. Because I have a question that nobody has yet asked.<\/p>\n
The two things that I failed in school were this:<\/p>\n
1. Skills test. I could never hit a ball with a bat or racket. Or catch. Or anything that required physical coordination.<\/p>\n
2. Participation. I was a mute although if you talked to me through the computer screen or on paper, I had too much to say.<\/p>\n
And so for my kickstarter project, I knew that there would be endless publicity and am thrilled for this article<\/a>. Yet I want to fade into the wallpaper. My name is out there. My reputation. My my…what will people think of me.<\/p>\n But the greatest thing of this society (at least for things like this):<\/p>\n Everyone forgets the name. who was that…person…who did that ice cream thing? what was it called? who is that crazy?<\/i><\/p>\n (And shoutout for my project<\/a>! More than three-fourths of the way there!)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" From time to time, I imagine myself performing on stage. I imagine singing, pulling the audience in and in. Or I am a comedian…where suddenly I am on the roll, making people laugh, cry, scream. In my high school yearbook, … Continue reading