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motomotoyamaThe post-bout counting of bruises went rather quickly this morning. I am remarkably hale for having just played against the Sockit Wenches. Usually, games against them are fast and hard hitting, and I have aches and pains aplenty the next day. This time, not so much. Of course, that may be due to the fact that I was very wary of hurting my knee again, so I tried to avoid most hits and just blocked by putting myself in the way when I could. I did get some good hits with JoJo Stiletto and Molly D. Molish, though. I like playing against those girls.
Even though post-bout days are my one day a month (more or less) to sleep in since I don't have to be in Auburn bright and early for skate practice, I got up early anyway because my upstairs neighbors have apparently taken up clog dancing in their bedroom. Or perhaps flamenco, I'm not sure. I've been lounging around, watching foreign movies and even made myself a real breakfast. Soon, I have to head to the hangar to clean up after the bout. Oh, joy.
I still don't know exactly how to handle this whole rollergirl/fan thing. I'm used to having my friends come and cheer me on, and I've gotten to know the friends and family of my teammates, so I feel comfortable around them. But I'm starting to get noticed a bit now, and last night got stopped by two different people that I didn't know for pictures. It's not that I don't appreciate the fact that roller derby is a kickass sport, and my team is awesome, but the fact that people tell me that they think I rock is still strange. I mean, I'm just me. My friends think I'm cool because they know me and they're pretty much contractually obligated to tell me that they think I did a great job out there, but the random people at the bout aren't. I appreciate it from any party, though, because even though you can't always tell, I work really hard at this. I'll never be a superstar skater, but the training is hard work anyway, and it's really nice to be noticed. But I guess the thing is that I'm unsure of how much I want people to notice me. It's like when someone tells me I look pretty and it makes me want to hide. Why should compliments make me want to yell "Hey, look at that thing over there!" and run away? Oh right, it's because I am completly neurotic.
I'm glad we cleared that up.
Even though post-bout days are my one day a month (more or less) to sleep in since I don't have to be in Auburn bright and early for skate practice, I got up early anyway because my upstairs neighbors have apparently taken up clog dancing in their bedroom. Or perhaps flamenco, I'm not sure. I've been lounging around, watching foreign movies and even made myself a real breakfast. Soon, I have to head to the hangar to clean up after the bout. Oh, joy.
I still don't know exactly how to handle this whole rollergirl/fan thing. I'm used to having my friends come and cheer me on, and I've gotten to know the friends and family of my teammates, so I feel comfortable around them. But I'm starting to get noticed a bit now, and last night got stopped by two different people that I didn't know for pictures. It's not that I don't appreciate the fact that roller derby is a kickass sport, and my team is awesome, but the fact that people tell me that they think I rock is still strange. I mean, I'm just me. My friends think I'm cool because they know me and they're pretty much contractually obligated to tell me that they think I did a great job out there, but the random people at the bout aren't. I appreciate it from any party, though, because even though you can't always tell, I work really hard at this. I'll never be a superstar skater, but the training is hard work anyway, and it's really nice to be noticed. But I guess the thing is that I'm unsure of how much I want people to notice me. It's like when someone tells me I look pretty and it makes me want to hide. Why should compliments make me want to yell "Hey, look at that thing over there!" and run away? Oh right, it's because I am completly neurotic.
I'm glad we cleared that up.
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Compliments can be hard to accept.
Date: 2006-08-29 03:40 am (UTC)Anyway, before this turns into a post hijacking. I can understand your discomfort at compliments. I get called handsome on rare occasions and I get all weirded out. As though being called a hideous freak would somehow be more comforting.
And for the record, I think that you're only partially neurotic.
"Because not a lot of people in this lifetime tell enough other people how much they rock in general." -Jinx
Sad but true. I also agree with her that you rock. Cheers.