The other day I was driving to work, windows down, listening to music and singing along. I was at a stop light, and as I looked in front of me, I noticed a pair of eyes peering back at me through the rear view mirror. She seemed to be staring, really. Of course, when I say I was singing, I mean I was singing, emotively and loudly. I thought it was kind of funny that this woman was staring at me. I like to think she was cute, mid-twenties, digging my facial expressions. In reality, she was probably 40 and wondering what the heck was wrong with me. Maybe I was embarrassing myself, but I don't really care.
Recently when I drive on interstates, I have been doing it with my windows rolled all the way down, singing full volume. Sometimes I arrive at my destination slightly hoarse.
You only live once. Have some joy. Keep singing, boldly, and at the top of your lungs if you like.
2 comments:
if she really is 40, chances are she's sitting there thinking about how cute you are. isn't that what all 40-year-old women do?
Right, I think that's about the magic age where something changes and I suddenly become attractive in women's eyes. Hopefully this isn't a rolling thing though, so when I'm 40, I actually have a shot.
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