I don't really talk about my sight all that often on here. Partly because I'm slightly in denial, and partly because I think it bores everyone. "Yeah, we get it Renee, you're going blind... Don't you have anymore Christmas movies to review?" Okay, so everything I talk about is boring. Not the point.
I wouldn't even bring up my vision again, except that I watched American Idol, and Ryan Seacrest's high five made it sort of impossible to ignore. Just in case you don't know what I'm talking about:
I don't know how many times this has happened to me in my life. No really, I don't know. I couldn't know. I have a good feeling it's happened quite a few times though. Every so often, I'd get, "Hey, don't leave me hanging!!" and I'd be like, "What? Said Who?" And then I'd realize there was a hand in my face, and I'd try my hardest to focus and make contact with that hand, and then brush it off, like I didn't just stand there for a good twenty seconds with a hand in my face.
In this clip, Ryan comes across as the douche, because the other guy is holding a cane, but let's just pretend, for a second, that we don't know Curly is vision-impaired. He's just a guy, leaving Ryan hanging. Who comes across as the douche now?
Welcome to my world. Where I grew up with everyone believing I was a douche.
So, now that it's out in the open, let's agree that high fives are no longer accepted on my end. Pats on the back, thumbs up, pumped fists in the air - all good ways to show I did something awesome. I formally release the title of douche when high fives go unanswered. You present a high five, be prepared to accept and hold the doucheness on your end.
And if you even think of doing that thing where you go for the high five and then quickly take your hand away and pretend to slick back your hair? Douche to the max. We are no longer friends.
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Mom to two of the most adorable kids named after Beatles, wife to a frustratingly-talented musician stuck in a suit and tie, sister to the biggest bunch of head cases you'll never meet, daughter to a genius and a saint, and friend to all. Legally blind, Certifiably bipolar, and Undeniably oversharing, the only question left to ask is, Why wouldn't you be reading this?
4 comments:
Michael and I were rolling, watching this clip. Seacrest is an idiot, but oh, so entertaining to watch.
We've tivo-ed the first episodes of the new season, but I can't get myself to watch them yet. I hate seeing all the train wrecks trying out. It makes me so uncomfortable (and not in a good way)!
I am totally with you on the uncomfortable feelings involved in watching early American Idol, but I just can't not watch if I know it's on. I have such a hard time saying no to bad television.
Just wait until we get to the Top 12. I'm going to get all uncomfortably up in American Idol's biz, like Seacrest on Blind. It's a blogging event, to say the least.
Thanks for sharing it from your point of view (and I swear, I'm not trying to be punny). The good news is, when you don't high-five people back, you ALWAYS come off looking like the cooler one.
And don't be shy to write about your vision loss; I think about what you're going through a lot.
Are pats on the ass still acceptable? Just checking.
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