The World…As I See It: Avoiding Disappointment

More melodramatic than my sentiment.  But then again isn’t that a requirement for most songs?

Vintage Brandy “Almost Doesn’t Count [Live]”

I am always concerned about the way people perceive me.  I know it’s cliché and I should have more confidence in myself, blah, blah, blah.  But it’s true and I doubt it’s something that’s going to ever completely go away.  Rather than feel foolish about it, I just have to accept and recognize when it’s creating a ridiculous reaction/response.

Amongst other things, I have a problem dealing with disappointment.  If/when a friend, family member or significant other lets me down, I take it hard.  My heart sinks, lungs get heavy and in extreme cases if I’ve had enough time to think about it and be offended, I get a not-so-slight burning sensation in my chest.  (I’m expecting an ulcer by 28.  It’s truly unfortunate…)  However, the physical is nothing in comparison to the mental and emotional.  I can really take it personally.

If the situation/result is out of their control, I realize I have to choke back whatever my initial response is and be a grown-up about it.  Shit happens.  There’s not a person (currently) in my life that has the power to really hurt my feelings that I believe would do it intentionally.  Most people have nothing but the best of intentions for the people they care about.  I have to find comfort in that (at least…).

However, if the situation/result is completely within their control and they just made a decision, that’s a whole different story.  While in the end I still have to suck it up and move on,  choosing to change plans or not follow through with something you’d said makes a big difference to me.  Running the risk of abusing the cliché, I have little patience for flakes.

Flakes are everywhere, nearly impossible to avoid.  I just rarely choose to intimately associate with them.  Therefore, I’m rarely affected by the things they fail to do.  However, when someone I care about and trust lets me down, it takes everything within me to….let them know.

Not the general response, I know.  Despite the intense personal reaction, it’s very difficult for me to unhappily express myself to those I care about.  I’m often afraid to react verbally because I don’t want my message or true feelings to be lost in the emotional display.  So rather than be fair to the person I’m mounting a mental attack against (or to myself), I swallow it and try to minimize the situation.  “Sure, no problem.  Things happen.  I’ll figure something else out.  Have fun.  I don’t mind.  Etc.”

Now I’m not the big punk I’m making myself out to be.  It’s not that I don’t want to express myself or feel that my feelings are in some way invalid.  It’s just that I want to do it as calmly and honestly as possible.  Finding that balance generally means I have to take a step back.  Despite my typicaly composed, some would say even “professional”, nature, there is always something going on behind scenes.  And I know that when I start it can be difficult to stop.  I just want to make sure that what I say is what I really mean, what’s appropriate for that particular situation.

However that desire to take a step back can often hurt more than it helps.  By the time I’ve thought things over and calmed down, it may seem as if the moment has passed.  What’s worse: overreacting at the moment or bringing up old things the other person thought had been resolved (if they were even aware there was a problem in the first place)?

Not everything’s going to go my way.  But when something happens that leaves me sad, hurt, disappointed or offended, it’s probably not best to cover it up with a half-hearted PR smile and polite responses that completely betray my true feelings.  It’s not all that realistic to believe those feelings will just poof go away.  I may be able to bury them and move forward but there’s only so much one person can bury.  If you’re anything like me, you’ll reach a boiling point and erupt.  The cause of that eventual eruption is usually minor, making me look even more the overreacting drama queen I’d worked so hard to avoid.

Before you go off the deep end, it’s probably best to really evaluate the situation.  What are you upset about and how upset are you?  Had you really been looking forward to something or made some plans that are now null and void because of something someone else did?  Did that person understand what this meant to you?  True surprises aside, it’s often easy for someone to dismiss something you didn’t seem to really care about.  There can be a fine line between complaining and explaining.  But if you’re genuinely upset, I think it’s okay to risk it.  Avoiding the conversation doesn’t give you the power to avoid disappointment.  If nothing else, it just forces you to avoid a resolution.  Sometimes some things cannot be fixed.  But a sincere “I’m sorry” can go a long way.

Regardless of the reason/cause, it’s best for the ones you love to know something they’ve done has hurt you.  If nothing else it’s a reminder that even the perpetually calm have feelings.  Perceived indifference and lack of emotion (good or bad) comes off cold.  If you’re hurting, the last thing you want is someone thinking you don’t care (or, worse, you couldn’t…).

It’s not fair to anyone to feel the need to judge their own, honest feelings for or about the people they want in their lives.  And it’s not fair to the people you supposedly care about and trust to hide your true feelings.  Relationships need to be uncomfortable at times.  If they’re not, someone’s not being honest.  It’s impossible to avoid disappointment.  The best we can all do is pick our battles and not punk out for the sake of perception.

Hoping to count to 3 and respond, rather than 3 million and blow up,

Jo’van

The World…As I See It: Alas, An Idol I Am Not

Enjoy the musical stylings of someone I just saw in concert but doubt would be chosen by American Idol either.  (Not that I’m comparing, just saying)

Corinne Bailey Rae “Closer”

This week I auditioned for Season 10 of American Idol.  (I couldn’t believe it’d been 10 years.  I must confess I can only remember 7 of the 9.  Is that bad? Oh well…)  The process is simple (an initial cattle call with the producers) and very early( I had to be in line by 5 am.  I only see that type of morning by accident).  Anyway, after waiting for 7 hours, I was told I would not be the next American Idol.  There was the initial pang of disappointment but then I picked up my purse and started to move on (figuratively and literally, it was a cattle call after all).

Being told you’re not good enough should have more of an impact if you really wanted something, right?  Sure, being a part of American Idol would’ve been a dream come true but for some reason I wasn’t all that surprised and therefore not all that disappointed.  I hadn’t really been able to envision myself in Hollywood, meeting Ryan Seacrest and trying to make teenagers and middle-aged moms simultaneously fall in love with me enough to text in votes.  It just sounded like something I needed to do.

(Plus, I may have just set myself up.  I chose to sing “My Funny Valentine.”  It’s a great song but since my valentine this year turned out to be a bust, I may have still had that bad energy around the song…. Just a thought.)

I love music.  Nothing moves me as much as sounds.  Words alone have minimal power.  And while images can be beautiful, nothing can twist or fill my heart as much as a good song.  And I pretty much love it all.  While r&b and jazz are what I listen to the most, I can appreciate a good country, rock or classical song.  I like to mix it up.  Borrow my iPod someday and you’ll understand.  Give me something new to learn about.

However, my love for music never fully translated into loving to be a performer.  I love singing.  I enjoy being on stage and hearing my voice over a PA system.  But that’s never been what I missed.  I’ve missed hearing all of the sounds meld.  I miss performing with a band.  I miss almost getting distracted by the bass line and missing my cues.  I miss forgetting there’s a crowd or audience and vibing with the other people on stage whether it was with a viola in my hand in orchestra, donning a robe in choir or 4 inch heels at a club with a band.

I also love writing.  It’s not necessarily the process that I love because I don’t really have a process.  Some songs start and never get finished while others are completed in two hours.  However, I think it’s cool to hear other people sing what you wrote.  They can styilze it as much as they want but in the end the song is mine, my words.  That’s kind of a cool feeling, I must admit.

And I’m also good.  I know we’re all supposed to be somewhat humble but I’ll accept that amongst other things, singing is a talent I possess, a talent I was given.  Unfortunately, I never felt pushed enough to really hone my skill.  Instead, I relied upon what came naturally and easily.  If I can be good without practicing, who needs to be amazing?  That kind of attitude probably has something to do with not being chosen.  But I don’t care how amazing you are, it’s hard to display that in 5-7 seconds.  I need to warm up.  🙂

Regardless, music is a part of me but being famous may not be in the stars.  And that’s just fine.  Despite having a certain level of talent, I never really had the desire.  Fame is great and I’m not knocking it.  If I had the opportunity, I’m sure I’d jump.  But while it’s not a reality and I can be happy that my career does not depend as heavily on what I can do as what I look like.  Hair, make-up, personal trainers and plastic surgery do not help me do my job.  I think that’s often more important than the talent in music nowadays.  I accept that American Idol is not meant for me.  But at least I tried, I can’t complain if I don’t try, right?

Plus, I refuse to believe I wasn’t good enough.  I just wasn’t what they were looking for.  That has to be closer to the truth.  Haha.

On to the next adventure,

Jo’van

The World…As I See It: Auditioning for Life

Whitney Houston’s “Saving All My Love for You”

So I auditioned for a singing contest last weekend.  So far I’ve made it through the auditioning process and am on to the 12 week contest.  Whoo hoo!!!  We’ll have to see what happens.  How knows?  I could win and be discovered.  Haha.  Sure, R&B/Pop would be the obvious choice but I’d really love to be the first successful black female country singer.  What?  I’m from Nashville and I could make a career on ballads rather than abs.  Plus, Hootie made it work.  (a.k.a. Darius Rucker).  Anyway…

I’ve been singing nearly my entire life.  Seeing as saying my entire life would be impossible.  Thanks to my grandmother being my normal babysitter, I was 5 years old sitting next to her in the adult (a.k.a. old lady) choir singing “Amazing Grace” with the full vibrato of a 60-year-old woman.  At age 7, I left the rest of the little kids playing barn animals in the Christmas play at church to sing a duet with the 14-year-old angel.  (No, seriously, I got up in my pink footy pajamas for which my mother had made matching ears and a tail to sing with the “Oh so cool” teenager.  The things you remember from childhood.  And the funny part was that I had a better voice than her.  Haha.)  Singing Whitney Houston’s “Saving All My Love For You” in a 6th grade talent show.  The mother of a classmate who’d rapped Coolio’s “Gangsta’s Paradise” told me I had a pretty voice but that my song was completely inappropriate.  Funny, right?  Going from 1st soprano to tenor in the high school gospel choir because we didn’t have any guys.  Being the 1st and 4th Cyclone Idol.  Haha, a freshman journalism major beat senior vocal majors.  Etc.  You get the point.  I love to sing and seem to be pretty good at it.

This “natural talent/gift” has always been a source of pride for me.  Sure, there are always going to be people who are better than me but they’re not always that easy to find, not like those who are smarter or prettier.  Singing was always the one thing that made me special.  Not in a way that justified my existence but just enough to make me smile a little.

The weird thing about me performing live is that I don’t really get nervous…until after.  I’m confident, almost indifferent.  It’s just singing.  I probably seem pretty bitchy about the whole thing.  That is until I’ve finished the song.  As soon as I finish that last note, the awkward pause of silence before applause is nauseating.  It’s not even that I’m waiting on the applause.  It’s just knowing that I’m finished, that I can’t make it any better, that whatever I just did would have to represent my best.  But I’ll be honest, I don’t mind the applause…. 🙂

This contest could prove to be interesting.  While it’s my ego talking, I know that I’ll be better than some of the contestants.  Sorry, if that’s offensive but it’s true.  But boo on the people that are obviously better than me.  It’s a 12 week process so I might make it halfway through.  I’m just not looking forward to another disappointment.

Let’s just hope I get a job offer before I’m voted off,

Jo’van

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