Today is the National Equality March here in D.C. and I am not there.
I am not there.
I am so disappointed in myself that I actually feel ill. I had every intention of going but …well, you know. As Brigham Young once said “Good intentions and crying babies should be carried out.”
I sure as hell didn’t carry mine out. Here’s the thing, and it’s not an excuse it’s just what it is. I’m sort of shy. Right, I can hear you laughing. But it’s true. Not in a blend in with the wallpaper way, but more in a talks-to-loud-and-accidentally-says-something-stupid way. I am NO good in a social situation if I don’t know people. I’m all awkward and say the wrong thing. I can get up on stage in front of a thousand people and perform a monologue no problem. But walk up to a large group and march with them? Well, it gives me hives. If I know just one person or two I am MUCH better, but knowing no one? Yikes. I’m a bit of a train wreck.
Max woke up late (awesome! more sleep!) and blah blah blah. Suddenly I looked down and the march was already started. I am so disappointed in myself that I didn’t gather up my crinolines and get my booty down to the starting point and march on Washington! How often do you get to march on Washington for something that you truly believe in?
From the moment I learned of the rally I had visions of Max and I marching to the White House, showing our support for the rights of our fellow citizens. But in the end? I am just a big fat chicken.
I take comfort that there are (est.) ten times more people in attendance than were in DC for the Tea Party, but still…there should be two more. One tiny and sweet, and one pushing the tiny sweet one in his stroller.
Both of us with our faces painted proudly:
It’s no excuse, but there it is. Mea Culpa. And well done to all who marched. I’m sorry.