Saturday, November 13, 2004

"I have confidence in meeeee!"

Actually, I do tend to lack confidence in myself. But the quote I have selected for the title of this post does not refer to me, nor to a nun named Maria walking down the street about to face a pack of children referred to as the "Von Trapps." No, it refers to neither of those, but to a dance nazi, whom I shall refer to as...Bob. Bob is not his real name. His real name is...Richard. No, it's not that either. But for the sake of this post I'm calling him Richard aka Bob, or just Bob for short. Bob is a dance nazi. He holds way too long rehearsals on a dance that, well, just is not fun. It is an uninspired dance that seems to go nowhere. Yet, as I sat in rehearsal last night (I referring to me, not Bob, nor Maria the nun) an epiphany came and slapped me in the face. Confidence is not something that comes from inside you, but it is something put on. Something on the surface to make people believe that you know what you're talking about. Confidence is all a facade. A lie. It's pretend! You just pretend you know what you're doing, even if you have no clue. And as long as you have no doubt about what you're doing, you're confident. This is what Bob does. He sticks his powdered nose up in the air, just a couple inches, pretends he knows what he is doing, and all of a sudden he is branded a dance nazi. Pfft. Nazi my bum. No nazi is he. Nobody knows nazi until they meet Mr. Hammann, my high school theater director. But Fra...I mean...Bob...is no dance nazi. He is a facade of confidence who really has no fucking clue what he is really doing. And I've said my peace.

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