Geek, what does this have to do with fibroids?
I’ll get to that in a moment but let me share (what I hope is) a funny story. One of my visitors here was talking about seeing Prince perform during half-time at the SuperBowl. This prompted me to respond with my experience on rediscovering that I was a big Prince fan 20 years ago:
I spent half-time STANDING in front of the TV screaming, jumping, and singing at the top of my lungs. When Purple Rain started, I swayed. By the end, tears were falling and I wish I had grabbed a lighter to flick when I initially bum-rushed the television. It all flooded back. A time when I didn’t have to obsess over dark clothing (except purple), or sanitary products, or bathrooms. I could just live my life.
Yeah, flashback to the 80s. Walk down memory lane and all.
So after the game, I called my parents. My hubby is not a sports fan (that’s fodder for an entirely different post) and I wanted to talk a little football. My sister answered. She really hadn’t watched the game but remarked that Daddy sat glued to the television the whole time (of course). I decided to talk to her about the half-time show because she did see that. During our conversation, I could hear my brother in the background sounding incredibly animated while trying to find out if I saw Prince. I ended up asking my sister why my brother was acting crazy. She said:
Oh, he knows you were a big Prince fan.
Okay. This brother is an even bigger geek than me. How and why did he know that I was a Prince fan? My sister responded in a serious voice:
Oh, you used to walk around dressed in purple all the time. We were really kind of worried about you.
I immediately had another flashback. The ruffled shirt. The pants with the buttons sewn down both legs. The Prince T-shirts and… the bandannas. I think I had at least 15 different colors. Yeah, I was a little over-the-top back in the 80s and early 90s. Apparently, I was a HUGE Prince fan. Thinking back made me chuckle.
Reflecting now, I realize the deeper meaning. Prince is talented and I still enjoy his music but that initial attraction was his non-conformity. He did not seem to care what others thought of him. He had stuff he wanted to say and he did just that.
In my 20s, I had a voice and my own way of getting things done. Never considered myself normal. Then in my 30s, my symptoms became so bad that they changed me. I tried to conform in every other part of my life in an attempt to minimize the abnormality of my health condition. I was no longer me. I was a collection of fibroids just trying to blend in.
Now, the oddness is returning full blast. I’m still abnormal. It’s just no longer fibroid-related.
I must thank Prince for reminding me that I have a voice and much to say. We all do.