Our scrimmage went well today, in case you were (all?) wondering. Which, I think you secretly were, you just didn't want to admit it. It's okay, I understand. Anywho, we won our first game, lost the second, but then tied it all up by winning the third and fourth to end the match. Huzzah. As the setter, I played all four games nonstop, which, I must admit, is pretty righteous.
Righteous? Did I just say righteous? Moving on.
My coach chose me as today's temporary commander to represent the JV crew, shake the hand of the opposing captain (who also happened to be their setter), and flip a coin that would determine whether or not we have first serve. Well, I've never been a captain so I didn't call it while it was in the air, so the referee - who I also may add was on the more psycho side of the spectrum - and blue-team captain glared at me with extreme puzzlement, to which I blurted "Tails!" and it turned out that was the side. Victory was ours!
Okay, enough with the lame interjections and onto the topic of discussion for today - all throughout the game, our coach kept pointing out that being vocal, hustling, and providing an example for the rest of the team would land us a spot as one of the two captains. And let me say, it would be quite intriguing to be this year's head honcho. I'm a fairly vocal person out on the court - I encourage the rest of the team when they're down and make sure to give hi-fives and congratulatory pats to anyone that deserves it. Even to the ones that don't. Which ultimately brings me to the topic at hand here: being a "vocal" person.
Yesterday I was talking to a kid on Chatroulette, telling him I was from New Jersey and that "in Jersey, we don't get hurricanes like you do in South Carolina." Anyway, that's besides the point - as soon as I said I revealed the fact that I'm a Jersey Girl, he tells me, "Oh, that figures."
Excuse me, but what's that supposed to mean?
"I don't know," he said with a nonchalant shrug (which was a tad mutated from the poor quality of his webcam). "I guess it's just because you seem kind of loud and crazy." Sorry, but I've only known you for an hour, kid. That may be the longest Chatroulette conversation I've ever had, but immediately he's making assumptions. But I guess that's the kind of vibe that people get from watching those ridiculous reality-TV sitcoms such as Jersey Shore and Jerseylicious. They don't exactly give us the best rep up here, now do they? So, now, we've got people all over thinking we're obnoxious, screaming freaks who overreact about everything, "including Hurricane Irene." Yep, I heard that from someone, too. Automatic chat switch, by the way. Jerkoff. Not all of us are shout-happy morons, dude. Some of us, like myself (well most of the time), are fairly quiet. Just take a look at me in school - I don't talk all that much unless I'm with my friends. But that's everyone when they're with their pals. Except for some people in my school - my gym class last year was godawful. Everyone seemed to like to scream at each other, even if they were standing right beside one another. It drove me to near-insanity, let me tell you that much.
I don't know, I guess what I'm trying to get at is right back to my "bug theory" about life. People have expectations for me, but then when they see me there standing in the flesh - in the moment - they see that I'm actually a really low-key person. Sometimes. But really, I don't talk that much. I'm not that loud - it's just what people want or expect me to be. A leader? An oompa-loompa-tanned Italian? Maybe. I guess we'll see.
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