I grew up with circus people. I wish I found this impressive. I really do wish I still found wonder in juggling. My husband juggles too. My mom juggles. Most people I know juggle. It loses its majesty when youβre trying to watch TV and these clowns out of makeup (literally) are tossing ingredients for dinner around like theyβre the dwarves from The Hobbit. Can you pass the salt? No. They can only throw it. You want something, it gets thrown at you. And guess what, it doesnβt matter if youβre a decent contortionist and a great dancer, if you donβt have hand-eye coordination, sorry, you ruin the whole rhythm of the household. But they donβt let you just live. They donβt say oh thatβs fine you can walk a tightrope and bend backwards while making a flower with your hands. No. Itβs alwaysΒ βdo your hand like thisβ andΒ βwatch my handβ. Well, guess what Tommy, I have been doing my hand like that since I was three and i still have no chance of getting into clown college. Iβm going to become a researcher mom. iβm leaving the circus to go work in a cubicle. now my mom doesnβt speak to me and my husband goes out to do his rollerskate juggling thing without me and thatβs just fine. i like computers, mom. i like talking to people without trying to balance things on my face while i do it. and thereβs nothing wrong with that.
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