The question isn't 'Who's going to let me?' it's "Who's going to stop me?" --Ayn Rand
Tonight I go to a flash mob rehearsal. It's my very FIRST flash mob and I'm so ridiculously excited. Like so many others (yes, people, there are OTHERS like me), I have vivid fantasies of spontaneously breaking into song and dance in the grocery store or the movie theater or even my kids' school with a giant stupid grin on my face. Since it's my fantasy, I also include everyone AROUND me. All of us, singing and dancing in perfectly choreographed rhythm down hallways, through streets and then back into real life as if nothing had ever happened.
For those of you who don't know what a flash mob is, the standard definition is "a sudden mass gathering, unanticipated except by participants who communicate electronically." So, basically, it's a bunch of us nerdy types who email or FB each other and say "Hey, let's do THIS fun thing!" We're the folks who plan surprise parties for introverts who think that being surprised is actual torture. We're the type of people who have to read the books before we go to see the movie. We're those nutcases who make fools of ourselves in public and think absolutely nothing of it.
I am the PERFECT flash mob participant.
Some flash mobs are truly amazing and they will make you grin broadly, bring you to tears and make you believe that maybe (just maybe) humanity isn't going to hell in a handbasket, like this one...
Others are not so impressive (like, I fear, the one I'll be participating in). But they all pull a group of strangers together to do something FUN and unexpected. It's like opening a gift a friend brought for you EVEN WHEN IT'S NOT YOUR BIRTHDAY.
I showed the practice video to Things 1 and 2 and asked them if they'd like to participate in my upcoming flash mob event. They watched in horrified silence for a moment or two before they said "Uhhh, no thanks, Mom." "Yeah, I think I'll sit this one out, but YOU have fun."
I'm OK if my kids think I'm an uber-nerd. I'm OK with them watching me participate in weird activities or talk about dreams that may never come true. I do know this: my kids will someday look back upon their time with me and, after they've finished shuddering, they will probably have a deluge of memories of my wacky ideas, schemes and activities and they will smile. And then they will probably do something wacky for their own kids. And my gift of laughter and fun will live on.
Now, I'm off to practice my dance steps.
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