Meandering whims of a curious mind

Finally, I’ve decided to write something, to get the proverbial ball rolling again. For sooth, I haven’t gotten the faintest idea on what I shall be expounding upon. But I shall write nonetheless so hopefully, this turns out to be something of substance.

I’ve been actively engaged in Salsa for the last 6 months or so … 2-3 times a week and even more so at times. Never would I have thought that I’d be so indulgent on it before. It’s crazy sometimes, looking how far back I’ve come from. Though even more so, when I peer into the misty travails of the future to determine how much further, I’d have to go.

Well, suffice to say, after 6 months, I still dance like a vodka doused monkey on steroids. Sure, its seems controlled and somewhat “ok” (I’ll leave that up to the countless of partners whom I’ve stepped, poked or bumped along the way … not forgetting dropped once as well) but it all seems so contrived that it feels largely unnatural. Kind of like a cross between a 2-left footed (pun unintended) bumbling robot and a lame fish.

That is, until … the music gets to me, breathes fire into my staid lungs and coerces my leaden robotic legs to start … swaying jiving, beboping and in essence, take a life of their own.

That’s when I have the most intoxicating (well, the alcohol normally comes later) fun …

And that is equally when

I GO OFF BEAT

Ahhhh, my perpetual blight, the biblical Cain to my Abel. My lead suffers, my steps flounder, my mind goes blank … and my appendages decided to quit on me, and take up hermetic like state …Ooooh, that accursed malignant musical malady … the “winter of my discontent” (blatant plagiarism)

I GO OFF BEAT

I should tattoo that on my forehead and hot iron that on my butt. At least that would forewarn all those who traverse unwittingly into oh-so un-scintillating cacophony of wrong turns, misstep steps and overall flailing arms of wackiness; in short, my salsa.

Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy Salsa. I love the people. Everyone is so nice. It’s something about the dance, the culture that brings out the best in people.

And then for Salsa itself, there are times when everything seems to come out right, whence absolution descends and a tranquil surrender to the Latin beats gives birth to a feeling so magical, so divine. Its times like those that I live for, to be one with the dance, with the music.

Rare indeed, are those … but they are coming along … slowly but surely.

Just a little more hard work, a little more determination.

Perhaps it’ll take me another 6 months, perhaps longer … I don’t know but as sure as daylight, I’m gonna get this Salsa thing right … even if it kills me (metaphorically speaking, so hold back the knives).

Just gotta take it one day at a time.

Hark! I shall overcome thee, my dark enigma. I shall prevail …

Ahh, my dear Beat … my dear Salsa Beat …

I’m so gonna kick you ass … or die trying (metaphorically, once again).

PS: I’m not some incandescent wacko of instability … should you determine as such … just some quirky ramblings of salsaro wannabe, however, should you deem otherwise, feel free to avoid me … I try to do that sometimes … perfectly understandable.

Hopefully, this has not been a meaningless transcript or worse yet a pitiful tirade of exorcising my own demons. Perhaps there is some meaning to be found in those convoluted words of spaghetti … perhaps not. I’ll leave that up to you. As for me, I simply write … with little forethought.

For those who found meaning, I say “Great! Are you sure?”.And for those ho do not … I say “Enjoy my decrepit mind”

And yes, as my good friend has so graciously informed …

I am infinitely … “Lor Sor”

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