Impress

When I was twice younger as now, I was more beautiful and at times more foolish. There are stories in my life when I wanted to impress someone with my skills.

One Day I tried to impress a guy I liked with my vocal abilities. We had gone to karaoke with friends. The day before, I sang all day, polishing those songs that I could sing. The next morning I woke up with a lost voice as a locksmith who smokes and drinks a lot, sort of a mixture of bass with a barking dog.

The most that I was good at was clapping my hands and beating time to the music with my feet. My ability to sing didn’t blow him away as I expected, but I didn’t stop there.

Plan “B,” said that the ability to tell stories, absorbed with the milk of mother and father, should hit him and period. So at the moment of my inspired storytelling, I had forgotten about reality and dangers like trees and poles. I face “ met” with a pillar that blocked my path.

I don’t know what struck this guy more: my ability to sing or tell stories, but he laughed and cried at the same time at the comicality of the situation.

I don’t remember how this story with the guy ended. But after that, I gave myself the vow to stop trying to impress people in the future…

But there were still experiments with cooking and as a result, instead of fish, there were fish chips ...

So ask me what I can do well and I can impress you, huh? But no, I don't want to...