WARNING! RANT TO FOLLOW.
There is nothing as stupid as a human being with herd mentality.
I’m sorry, but it’s true.
Usually, I fold away my annoyance and put it to the back of my mind, but now, I am tired and I am stressed.
My bullshit capacity is overtaxed.
My inhibition – you know, the one that prevents me from turning into my dark, twisted, cynical bitch of an alter ego – is on its last legs.
And one of the few things that make me really happy has been soured (perhaps beyond salvage), because of the fact that people in the choir round on me without even bothering to see why I’m saying what I’m saying.
Hell, I even made sure I said it nicely. BUT oh no! In a crowd of over-forties, HOW DARE I HAVE AN OPINION? Moreover, how do I stick to it? Alone? Despite their attempts to steamroller me into their view.
One that is WRONG.
And this isn’t one of those chicken or egg issues. It’s music. Specifically the tempo. As indicated on the page and TAUGHT TO ME by the composer. I mean, I’d think that the music director would actually go through the trouble to READ what was written.
As frustrating as that is, it would not have bothered me if the three stooges sitting in front of me didn’t target me all the way through the practice, with tacit consent from the music director.
So now I’ve made a decision.
I only have so much time. I am not willing to spend it with childish over-forty-year-olds who are more focused on how they look in front of choir-mates than how they’re going to sound when they sing.
If this shit continues, I’ll find something else to do.
Because heaven knows, I have learnt to stay out of situations that bring out my dark side.