My Confession

Ok, here’s the thing. I’m just going to come right out and share this with you despite the lack of support and the negative reaction that I have received from someone who shall remain nameless (however, her initials are PDAWG).

This is something that is very difficult to talk about because I know how “people like me” are perceived, but I am going to be very honest because I feel that if I am going to have you guys read this, then at the very least I owe you the truth. And this is a blog after all, a forum in which I should be comfortable in releasing some emotional stress without fear of judgment. So here goes:

I can’t whistle.

There. I said it. I can’t whistle. Wow, I said it again. How strange it feels to hear myself actually say it.

Yes, I’ve tried! Look, it’s not as if I made a conscious decision to be a non-whistler. I didn’t choose to be this way! Who would choose this life? It has nothing to do with the way I was raised, either. I first realized it in elementary school…in gym class.

I can’t whistle and you can either choose to accept me and love me anyway or not, but I can’t go on pretending, or…or trying to be like everyone else. This is who I am and, besides, it’s chapping my lips.

It’s not just a phase! Do you have any idea what it’s been like to spend my entire life having to go, “WOOOOOO!….WOOOOOO!….WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” at concerts and sporting events while everyone around me is whistling? Do you?

I’m still the same person. I’m still me. Zam. Zam, I am.

*sigh*

I feel good. Yeah, I think I'm feeling good about this. It's as though a weight has been lifted.

Thanks for listening.