Getting out of your comfort zone is without a doubt hard and surprising. As it ought to be, it is culturally shocking yet the experience and memories is rather thrilling and often worthwhile. We have tried doing it once, twice or even more to attain the unknown feeling and knowledge, with your friend’s hand on your back pushing you forward or just you telling yourself to be stronger, bolder, or cooler so you could take the risk. Well, mine was more of a prerequisite. Neither it’s the encouragement of others nor my own pleasure; I needed to get inside a world I hardly know.
This happened we started our internship program in a young and interactive events and productions company; it was during Christmas season and it’s not a surprise that we are invited to their party after the day we entered. Although our first job is paying bills and getting supplies for events, the first task on our hands is to perform and compete for the upcoming party and to think that we only had a day to come up with a concept and make a dance routine to present to people we barely know is expected. Yes, expected. So, before we log out and go our separate ways on our first day, we had a quick meeting and decided on what to present, considering the hint of wanting to win the competition and building a good impression.
The day has come, the party is at night but we were wide-awake in the morning warming up in front of the mirror to practice. We did a simple dance, the kind of dance you see in crowded area. The kind of dance for our kind of level. The choice of music and choreography is simple. We dress ourselves as the theme of the party goes by being a ‘rock star’ and honestly, I don’t fancy that kind of theme but hey, an oversized T-shirt and dark pants wouldn’t blend in the party so might as well get dressed in black or punk. That was the a rule of getting out your comfort zone or wanting to blend in, dress up for the place you are going whether you’re comfortable or not. I didn’t mind that at all considering that I had no idea where and what the place is, I don’t need to blend in or be like them. However the thought I had in mind is that I don’t want to look exactly like who I am when I get there—an explorer, a newbie, a beginner or an innocent child.
We walked our way to the venue and right after seeing the place I wanted to crawl back into the place where I belong and know.
It was a studio of loud music, costly stools and drinks—britishly speaking, it was a pub. Inside are people with nails more expensive than your branded sneakers with their classy and chic aura. We were set on a table without a chair, and it is unacceptable but knowing that it is some form of standard and we were just an outsider, I decided not to speak. You eat while you stand, very new. I like the food that talks pricy but delicious however standing up while you’re eating is different to me. Then we remembered our dance routine and for the second time, I wanted to crawl back simply because our dance is festive and has this morning vibes, it is not appropriate in some level. But it’s now or never, we have to win the game so our supervisor would see that we had put an effort. We don’t have that much of an impact and cheers from the audience seeing as we’re basically kids in the area. We were called millennials and that’s true.
The party games was like any other games but only with a small twist but I didn’t play a game mainly because I don’t want to. The party was normal than I expected, they were playing and having fun with their Christmas gifts. There were good food, good music and good prizes. The occasion is familiar and what’s inside in it, the place and the people was the zone. The place is something I’ve heard of and the people are those I’ve seldom met and socialize. Yes, I wanted to get out there as soon as I can. No matter how you look, if it’s your first time, at some point you’ll have a thought in mind that it’s not your zone. The area is unknown. The sector is exclusive and it’s hard to blend in a kind place for a person like you. But then again you remember that it’s your first time and whatever happens, it happens. It’ll leave something to you. An memory, a reminder, a lesson, a realization, an experience.
To me, it’s that I should have worn thicker clothes or brought my own hoody.
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