Jamalyn (jamalyn) wrote,

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Fly me to Jupiter

Imagination was wasted on me.

I don’t mean that in a bad way; I’m glad I’ve got any at all, but I can’t help but wonder who else’s I’ve stolen. I’m too damn old to still be this much of a loose cannon.

I think, and therein lies the problem.

Honestly, it’s the only thought that managed to get into my head somewhere about the 1000th spin into my reenactment of the world’s greatest ballet from the Brandenberg Concerto No. 3

Yes. I do this regularly.

No. I don’t think that the Brandenberg Concerto was ever an actual ballet.

Still, I couldn’t shake the idea, not even as I tried to find out if I could still do the splits, and subsequently had to admit that I never actually could.

I could, and as I now know, still can, touch my nose to my thigh. It makes my lower back crack somewhat interestingly, but it is still more than possible, not that I can think of a sensible use for such a skill.

Sensible has never been my forte, despite years of intense effort.

Perhaps I just need to learn to like real people more. Then maybe my own company won’t be the only one I prefer.

Not likely.

But then, that IS what imagination is for--pretending reality is what you want it to be. No?

Fly me to Jupiter.

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