Hmmmm.

One day I casually asked a question, Just why am I so afraid of captain's ball? Well, not exactly of the game, but of the ball, capt's ball basketball, all the same to me.
And then Mum casually replied, Because you play the piano. Casually, as in, really casually. As if, that answer was as obvious as hell. (Hell?) And so, I was intrigued.

Intrigued, because it actually felt like it was a perfectly commensensical answer! I almost shot back a No immediately, but then, 'No' changed to a 'Hmm, why not?' I mean, I do play the piano. And I guess that's really important to a someone who plays the piano. OH hell, it's important to anyone who writes, and eats with utensils, and washes long hair, and pinches. See, it's an easily refuted reason to fear the ball. After all, I wasn't totally devastated when I fractured my right pinkie in 2002. True, I had to do more theory homework, but then I didn't have to worry for a little while about the actual piano playing.

And during a little chat, I discovered that it wasn't just my fingers. Anything could happen out there! The ball could ram into my face, smash my glasses, damage my nosebridge. Someone could step on my toes, rip out the toenails, scratches, cuts. Yep, worst case scenarios, never-ending in my little brain. (Yes, I just claimed that my brain is small. So, mock me if you will.) And yes, I just made sports 'sound life-threatening', in a friend's words. I was blessed with.. a vivid imagination, I guess. Although, it doesn't really help with the situation at all, during these fight-or-flight moments. Damn.

So, there. I humoured myself, even if for a little while, with the possibility that being a piano player could have given that fear. It's utter nonsense. I just fear getting injured I guess. Which is somewhat ironic, because I know that when I do get injured, I'm most likely not to freak out and faint. Well, who knows, right? In fact, the moment I get injured, I might just grab that opportunity, to say, See? I told you so. Well, that's it, then, for my little intrigued moment.

On a side note, I know that a piano player, is otherwise called a pianist. So don't be so quick to point that out. I did that on purpose. Well, I never considered myself to be a pianist, rather than someone who knows how to play it. It's just my wacky way of thinking when I label someone with a term. In my humble opinion, regardless of the definition, I consider a pianist to be someone with the talent for it, someone who plays it like it comes naturally. I'm someone who plays it, after much hardwork. Not that a talented pianist don't work hard. The point is, that it's just... a gift! A talent! Something given. Me, I just like to play it once in a while, wishing that I was a talented pianist, jamming out my favourite tunes, feeling some satisfaction after working out my fingers. One of those extra bonuses from God, the beauty of music.