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After all, we're proud,

sophisticated beings,

so we arm ourselves

with ideas

that explain why it isn't really fear,

but healthy common sense.

I know it's embarrassing,

the music sucks,

it's a freak show,

but what's the alternative?

To stick to your excellence

with you, me and four other people

knowing you're good?

I know it's embarrassing,

the music sucks,

it's a freak show,

but what's the alternative?

To stick to your excellence...

The problem is,

by trying to cover up the fear

we often cover up our wishes

and worry about what others will say.

I'm totally serious dad.

She and her friends formed a band.

$16.90.

Don't laugh.

Okay. Bye, Dad.

What did he find so funny'?

He read about it on

the internet...

And...?

He said he's been trying

to picture you doing it

but he can't...

That you're too much of a

control freak, or something like that.

Because we usually

tell ourselves no."

It's a fantastic mechanism

of self-castration:

"No, That's not for me,"

Who needs it?

A whole list of why-nots.

You hear about a screaming

workshop in the desert

and something in you wants to go.

But you convince yourself

not to.

Is that really what you need'?

To scream with a bunch of guys

who haven't showered since the '80s'?

Go home, it's safer there,

write another column

about things you don't do.

Salsa?

He isn't looking at you.

Why would he look at you?

It can't be,

if he wants you

he must be married.

Or blind. Or someone

who still wears a pouch.

Why go so far'?

Even writing this column.

What's the point in writing?

People won't get it.

Any excuse not to write.

Not any more.

Because when you finally do write

you're so thrilled with

those few lines

that a 4-hour drive to the desert

becomes Nirvana

and four salsa steps -

floating on air.

She sells seashells.

She sells seashells.

Congratulations, honey.

You made it from "Why not!

to "Why not?"

Because you really want to write and

dance and shout in the desert and...

Hi.

Yes?

Sorry about the time. I...

Come in, come in.

Hello, my name is Keren

and I'm going to represent Israel

in the UniverSong contest?

What's going on there, a party?

No one put up a notice.

You know,

sometimes people do things

spontaneously.

Just for fun.

Are you mad because of what

I said about that contest?

You're a big girl.

It's your life.

Go ahead, do what you want,

- I'm just...

-I told you,

I'm not going.

But I wish I wanted to go.

Why not?

I'm only 27.

I skipped over the stage

of having fun,

God forbid.

You wanted me to go to college

so I did-.

You said politics, I went into

politics.

"You said? You did"?

I'm only trying to help.

Adoctor is a doctor, a fireman is

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