(A Lack Of) Spontaneity and Me

18 Feb

One time, I was at a New England Patriots game and a streaker ran out on the field. Well, it wasn’t like the streaker in the famous picture with a cop using his helmet to cover his junk or anything…the guy had on underwear, at least. But still, he ran out on the field and acted pretty much like an idiot until they finally caught him. I remember thinking, “I wish I could do something like that.”

Mind you, I don’t want to do THAT exactly, but something that takes me out of my comfort zone. Even though I’m a fairly outgoing and confident person, I don’t count those traits as me “going out of my comfort zone” because being that way comes natural to me. I’m talking about doing things that other people would be impressed, shocked, or even amazed by.

I’ve always wanted to be the kind of person who is more spontaneous, and while I’ve worked on it over the years, it’s kind of hard to do. I mean, “practicing” spontaneity seems kind of contrary to the whole point of being spontaneous, doesn’t it?

It goes all the way back to my college years. I guess I didn’t do a lot of the things that other girls did when I was in college, as far as going on spring break and getting into wet t-shirt contests or dancing on top of tables and stuff.

Come to think of it, when we think of women doing “spontaneous” things, why is it always something sexual? Then, when we think of men doing spontaneous things, it’s always something cool and fun, like motocross or skydiving. Think about it, it’s the truth! Just another way in which it’s not so easy to be a woman!

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