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Tuesday, April 10, 2007
I think I should be allowed to sing more. By society in general. Not because I'm particularly good at singing*, but because I really really enjoy singing. And that's the one drawback of living in an apartment with people other than my family - I feel a certain sense of propriety, a certain sense that I should not be belting out showtunes at every given moment of the day.

The idea that I am actually singing less than I want to may come as a surprise to my roommates, who have to hear me all the time. They are very kind and only ask me to keep it down when they're trying to hear something, like the phone or the tv or their own thoughts. But I actually do not sing as often as I feel moved to. It's not from a particular sense of happiness, just a need to be singing.

I feel like we-- meaning everyone I know, and really all people everywhere-- should all sit around in a circle and someone should strum a guitar and that this should be done daily. That's all I'm saying. I think life should be like old Coca-Cola commercials.

And yes, I let it loose in the shower when it's not too terribly late at night. But that's not enough. I think there should be a singing room at work. And singing cars in the subway.

Perhaps a muzzle?

*Not fishing. Any comments expressing opinions about this statement will be deleted.

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