Monday, May 25, 2009

what would Barbarella do?



I've been thinking recently that if something scares you, it means you should probably be doing it. I've been considering what it is that I am actually scared of these days. To clarify, not things I have a physical allergy to and simply try to steer clear of (kiwi fruit, cats) or consciously avoid due to a panic attack inducing irrational phobia (footbridges, keira knightley).

As childish as it is, I'm still afraid of trying things I'm not naturally talented at. The first few years of being free and easy and out in the world on my own have allowed me to create a beautiful supportive microcosm to play and create in. But the risk of being surrounded by beauty is forgetting the thrill of danger.

So, as a result, things I'm rubbish at that will be addressed in the coming months:

1. French. Not the entire race; I don't fear you, frenchies. But I can't understand you, either. I'm not that bad at learning new languages, but I hate sounding dopey when I'm learning, which is pretty vain and a ridiculous reason to avoid learning. So when Ky cajoled last night about signing up with her for a ten week Alliance Francaise course I said yes. Classes are on a Saturday morning at 9am, so there's two things I'm petrified of being knocked over in one go. Languages and weekend mornings.

2. Gyms. I'm genuinely untalented at anything athletic. I used to run my sports uniform under a tap at high school so that my PE teacher couldn't make me run in a wet t shirt. The only time I've ever even stepped into a gym was during uni when i needed to capture some atmos sound. But lately I've been thinking that maybe I'm getting too old to avoid all of this exertion stuff that everyone else seems to get off on. So by the end of the next month I'm going to at least go and check out the gyms around newtown and pretend that I don't feel physically ill at the thought of jumping around in front of other people. If any other inner westie fatties want to join me on this, it'd be nice to have some company.

I'm comforting myself with the hope that both learning french and looking skinnier/being able to lift heavier objects can only be beneficial to my otherwise hedonistic lifestyle. Worked for Fonda.

11 comments:

ms_monk said...

see you in french class on saturday mornings then... we can all wear extremely dark glasses & ply each other with no name painkillers.

Bimyou said...
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Bimyou said...

If you came to bootcamp we could wipe out your fear of the am as a whole...

Kate said...

i'm facing my fear of EXERCISE right now.

I'll face my fear of sadist cults some other time.

Bimyou said...

You don't trust Vic and I and sadist cults? Fo' shame Taylor, fo' shame.

Alex said...

Vraiment? Ok. J'arriverai a minuit avec un petit entraineur...et ganache au lait de coco.

Lilith O. said...

gyms are scary, sweaty, googly eyed places man, conquer your fears- OR we could:
go the park with skipping ropes, hula hoops, and aerobics clothes (im thinking fluro tights with crazy patterns and leotards) and a boom box and dance and flex it out circus style? finish with a few laps around the oval and voila- vitamin D and goodvibes from exercise.
we'll be toned queens with mega cool skills in no time.

Bimyou said...

Alex, Génial! De mon côté, j'ai invité un grand ménestrel et je m'occupe des amuse-gueules.

I'm sure that makes no sense but I imagine the gist will be more amusing because it doesn't.

Alex said...

ooh la la

the-phone-book Limited said...

come climbing with me instead of silly gyms. it's all about the fear, for a start, and it's like a game in that there's INSTANT gratification and you see a rapid increase every time you go. AND you get to do it outdoors or indoors; best of both worlds.

Bimyou said...

YES! Climbing ppls. Indoor, outdoor, whatever. Yes please.