Tennis and Ego
One of my mom's friend's son is staying with us for a couple of weeks until he can move into his home somewhere in Georgetown. He's 22. Just graduated from Southwestern University in Music. Zuriel, "my mom's friend's son", has a predilection for tennis. And so does my brother. I'm going to dare be different and say that I don't-like tennis, I mean. I pretty much abhore everything about tennis. When I picture tennis I picture some incredibly rich person from a hundred years ago trying to invent some sport to show off, thus suffice his ego, while attempting to maintain his attire as clean as possible. It might just be me, but tennis peoples give off this aura of insolence, which I find precarious, since tennis is such a pussy sport. I mean if you're going to be arrogant might as well be in a sport that deserves the word. Like soccer or hockey.Anyways, back to what I was going to say, my brother and zuriel convinced me to go play tennis with them one evening at the connaly high school tennis courts. When we got there, the courts were occupied with I think the entire freakin asian population of Austin. I thought to myself, "now this is a minority group that's got it right!-When they are not studying they're keeping in shape. ha.
Nothing great really happened that night other than totally embarrassing myself by swinging at thin air nine times out of ten and feeding Zuriel's ego up to capacity. I sware. Like that's possible! Zuriel's ego is like nothing I've ever seen. I bet deep down inside his a big-squishy-vulnerable-little teddy bear, but for now the world must bear an ego-pandemic a while longer.
posted by Becca @ 10:00 PM
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