My B-side

Ode to Sad but Insignificant Memories

I have no idea why the topic of nonchalant sad moments brought me out of my bed in the dead of night to this computer…but alas, here I am and here they are. Age 9: I was hanging from the high bar for what seemed like hours in that hell hole called Gym Kids. I was not allowed to drop from the bar until I had mastered 20 pull-ups. Each time I dropped I was forced to restart my count and continue until completion. I had already dropped twice; my total count was of course well over 20 (I say screw consecutiveness even to this day) and the team was waiting for me and only me to move on with the conditioning. It was then I began to cry, one of the only times I’ve ever cried in gymnastics. I cried for 15 minutes before that Hitler-in-her-former-life-coach let me drop. Age 13: Cheer camp…it’s usually a pretty joyous occasion. Lots of yelling, lots of laughing, and boy do we got spirit. Yes we do… my new best friend Bryana and I decided to bunk together that year. We got along great and we’re having a blast until I hit a T and knocked a diet Coke off Bry’s dresser. The Goofy pillow got the bulk of it; I think this is the only time Bryana has been at me in person. But we survived. I still feel horrible though…poor Goofy. Age 15: My 6th grade crush said I was like a sister to him…doesn’t even need commentary. Age 17: I went to Carmi, Illinois to watch my boyfriend play in a tournament. I had brought Bry’s little sister with me as Bry’s support system while she cheered. On the way out something happened with the locks in my car, oh that’s right, my key couldn’t turn them. And so we were left in Illinois for a couple of hours because my dad never came to pick us up. Finally Bry’s parents came to the rescue… and I think our team lost that night too. Age 19: I was macking with this guy when all of the sudden he stopped kissing me back. Confused, I asked what was wrong. And he said something to the effect of, what’s the point we’re not getting anywhere. Yeah, my heart broke in 5, maybe 6 places. Age 20: I was driving down the highway in Indiana, going 55 in a 55. A mini-van was riding my bumper…no idea whhhy she didn’t just pass me. After about 3 minutes of her up in my business she grew a brain and joined the left-laners. As she did, she threw me a violent glare; one only a 30-something soccer mom could possess and gave me the finger…so unexpected.

posted by Melissa at 03:40