Synge
10-18-2014, 05:34 PM
So I'm in my kitchen dancing around in my kitchen looking foor food when I recall this moment of me telling a buddy a story about my very religous mom and myself in wlamart around Christmas one year, and how when in the middle of a holiday-crowded Midwestern Walmart upon the store radio played that fateful song, Jesus Take The Wheel. My mother began singing and speaking in tongues, and not quietly, and when I nudged her a bit to ask her to stop she broke out in full-on-airplane-back-and-forth-wobble-penguin-for-Jesus which ironically looked more like a possesion by the devil.
Anyway because I was recalling the dance from the lighthearted story telling with my friend, and not from the traumatic childhood experience, I began laughing hysterically at the memory of my friend and I letting go of the bad memories and just dancing the Airplane-Penguin-for-Jesus.
So there I am, laughing and dancing this dance when I realize another friend in the present time is sitting right in my living room, on the sofa, in plain view of the kitchen. Laughing his ass off.
Then I had to tell him the story.
And together we danced.
Guys, join me in this dance.
Anyway because I was recalling the dance from the lighthearted story telling with my friend, and not from the traumatic childhood experience, I began laughing hysterically at the memory of my friend and I letting go of the bad memories and just dancing the Airplane-Penguin-for-Jesus.
So there I am, laughing and dancing this dance when I realize another friend in the present time is sitting right in my living room, on the sofa, in plain view of the kitchen. Laughing his ass off.
Then I had to tell him the story.
And together we danced.
Guys, join me in this dance.