Do-si-do?! Nope!

The do-si-do gives me Social Anxiety.

Yes, I am aware that this is weird, but it’s very true. It is also why I refuse to attend Thursday night Zumba classes. You see, Dear Reader, there is one song during Thursday night Zumba that requires the participants to touch each other. A simple do-si-do done during the chorus of Pit Bull’s “Timber” sends me into a mild-to-moderate state of panic every time.

It’s horrid.

For a several horrifically prolonged seconds I am forced to touch sweaty strangers, linking arms and dancing circles around the floor while others bob their heads in time to the music, throwing sweat droplets around the room like tiny germ-filled bombs. Sometimes (always) it makes me feel like I’m going to be sick.

And even worse are the times when no one chooses me for the do-si-do and I am left alone in the middle of the class, dancing in circles and trying desperately not to accidentally hit people in the face with my incredible lack of coordination.

Even thinking about it now is stressing me out.
*Deep breath.*

My reactions are totally reasonable, always. Or, you know, usually. ... Sometimes?

My reactions are totally reasonable, always. Or, you know, usually.
… Sometimes?

It is the worst ever and I refuse to do it.

Ok, fine. I get that there are worse things in the world than being forced to link arms with a genuinely nice person but I can’t think of any off the top of my head.

Seriously, my mind is drawing a blank.

Alas, I will just have to content myself with alternating between running in place and drinking a perfectly reasonable sized glass of wine on Thursday nights because Zumba is definitely a no-go.

Google Image Search

The other day my friend was searching for tattoo ideas and she came across a very interesting Google Image Search.

If you type the following in to Google Image Search exactly as seen below you’ll be in for a treat:

Tattoo “just tea, thank you”

Now go!

Nothing interesting yet? Keep scrolling, Dear Reader, just keep scrolling.

See it yet? Yes, Dear Reader, that is my face! Multiple images of my face! I am officially Google Image Famous! Granted, it’s a very obscure Google Search, but I’m still counting it.

Now, if only I could find it a bit more exciting and a little less creepy.

Alas, that will teach me not to post weird pictures of myself on the internet.

Or maybe not.

I found love, at last.

I found love, at last.