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Apr. 1st, 2009 01:30 amApart from that...
Rose and I went dancing! We did English country dancing, which was ultimately a lot of fun. It started out mostly stressful for me, as I was in this big new place, I only knew Rose, and I was learning new shit on the fly in front of other people who were relying on me to get it right. Aiee aiee I die.
On the other, larger hand, everyone was lovely. Everyone reminded me that being new is a temporary state, making mistakes is fine, and gosh isn't dancing fun? I learned something from everyone I danced with. Apparently I am a natural at such things? I got compliments on my dancing ("This is your first time here? Really?"), so okay. It definitely is a fantastic representation of short-term memory being repeated into long-term - I couldn't tell you what the dances were when we were doing them, but they stayed in short-term long enough for me to do them, and by the end, I know what a "cast" is. I think.
Primary pleasedness: getting to spend a wonderful evening with my girl. I mentioned to her that I'm glad I like New York a bit more, because it's a place that she loves, and I was sad that I couldn't appreciate it. Turns out that the major thing in my way was me, of course. When I assume that I cannot end an outing, then of course the world seems hostile. When I know that I can say "I am tired and would like to go home" and it's okay to say that, suddenly the world is a bit nicer.
Self-care: not just for breakfast!
In related news, I never picked up the stereotype of New Yorkers being rude. I haven't noticed any rudeness that was especially New Yorkian in nature. I don't know why it exists.
Rose and I went dancing! We did English country dancing, which was ultimately a lot of fun. It started out mostly stressful for me, as I was in this big new place, I only knew Rose, and I was learning new shit on the fly in front of other people who were relying on me to get it right. Aiee aiee I die.
On the other, larger hand, everyone was lovely. Everyone reminded me that being new is a temporary state, making mistakes is fine, and gosh isn't dancing fun? I learned something from everyone I danced with. Apparently I am a natural at such things? I got compliments on my dancing ("This is your first time here? Really?"), so okay. It definitely is a fantastic representation of short-term memory being repeated into long-term - I couldn't tell you what the dances were when we were doing them, but they stayed in short-term long enough for me to do them, and by the end, I know what a "cast" is. I think.
Primary pleasedness: getting to spend a wonderful evening with my girl. I mentioned to her that I'm glad I like New York a bit more, because it's a place that she loves, and I was sad that I couldn't appreciate it. Turns out that the major thing in my way was me, of course. When I assume that I cannot end an outing, then of course the world seems hostile. When I know that I can say "I am tired and would like to go home" and it's okay to say that, suddenly the world is a bit nicer.
Self-care: not just for breakfast!
In related news, I never picked up the stereotype of New Yorkers being rude. I haven't noticed any rudeness that was especially New Yorkian in nature. I don't know why it exists.
