June 15, 2017 7:30pm
Ok everyone, I have a confession.
I’ve always been afraid of dogs.
There, I said it.
Don’t get me wrong, my Pinterest is entirely puppies and red pandas, but if you and I see an adorable dog on the street, I’m like “AWWW, how cute!! Imma stay here though until I see you pet the dog first…”
I don’t think there’s any particular reason, but I never had one as a kid, and also there were these two evil Pomeranians in our neighborhood that literally chased children through the streets like they’re going in for the kill. Sometimes I walked to my best friend Jessica’s house carrying a lacrosse stick… just in case…
Anyway, my grandma adopted a rescue and named him Sergio (because why not). He’s the size of a cat because his owners kept him in a cat crate. We cuddle and snack together all the time with grandma. However, Sergio has weird triggers, mostly to do with hair. He doesn’t like my winter hat or my winter coat, which has fake fur on the hood.
One day, I bent over to scratch his lil’ ears, and my hair fell in front of my face, so he didn’t recognize me. He was all like, “Who the fuck is this bitch trying to murder me right now?!” and he bit my arm.
Since that moment, I am no longer afraid of dogs.
I suppose the idea behind immersion therapy is to prove that your fear is irrational; that your worst case scenario isn’t going to happen. It’s a whole other thing to actually experience your worst case scenario just to prove that you’ll survive it. Because honestly, getting bit by Sergio was not that bad.
See where I’m going with this? If you’re playing it safe because you’re afraid of what people will say, or afraid you’ll fail, or afraid of being rejected, just know that it’s going to happen anyway, so you should probably just get it over with. After all, it’s not that bad, and if you can survive it once, you can survive it again.
Hence, I’m writing this. And actually showing it to people. If you want to use music to grow up (or sometimes down), subscribe to my email list!
P.S. These high schoolers from my a cappella class at Codman Academy had never recorded before, but after I dragged each one of their butts in front of the microphone, I watched each one of them say, “Hey, this isn’t so bad…” and were fighting for studio time by the end of class. Here’s the result: