Seven Days Of Pointless Confessions. Day Two: I Practice Whistling Alone In Elevators

I can’t really whistle. It’s not completely impossible, though I thought it was for the longest time. Within the last ten years or so, I managed to whistle a little, but not regularly or well. However, sometimes kind of. Sometimes when I’m riding along in an elevator, which is pretty often given my usual movement patterns, I practice.

I don’t know why, or why I care.

Whistling seems important. I’d like to be able to do it whenever I want, instead of just kind of sometimes. No idea why I can do it on rare occasions, but then not the rest of the time.

Oddly, whistling on the inhale is easier.

About David S. Atkinson

David S. Atkinson enjoys typing about himself in the third person, although he does not generally enjoy speaking in such a fashion. However, he is concerned about the Kierkegaard quote "Once you label me you negate me." He worries that if he attempts to define himself he will, in fact, nullify his existence...
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s