Yesterday evening I started some
random experiment. Honestly rather for my very own pleasure, I tried to bring
some completely different groups of people together for a simple dinner
invitation. You’re asking me – what’s the clue? Meeting new guys is an awesome
sauce for a Friday night. The twist was, that as a rule two divas in a single
opera house will never rub shoulders and thus I tried to force two very grimly
rivals passing an evening together maybe without clawing the others eyes.
Though I had my doubts and actually anticipated an almost little scandal –
nothing. Completely mature behavior. I asked myself what I did expect? I
absolutely underestimated my friends and feel a bit worried about this
circumstance. Did we finally arrive at an age where a grown up converse can be
required? Nevertheless I was completely surprised but did enjoy the brilliant
time I had with the guys. Is this an adult life can look like by commanding
oneself? Maybe we have to control the Diva within us just prefixing a set frame
within she can move freely?
I led the Diva-Discussion often
during the past, but never got the point why folks associate a Diva with
negative attitude. In my very personal mind someone who should be called a Diva
in a modern understanding is a brutally honest person. I mean what is about if
someone knows what she wants from life and maybe forces it by playing the own
rules and giving the best. Basically regarding the root word, Diva comes from divina, which means nothing but godlike – and who would ever claim
being a god as something bad? By pegging somebody, who exudes great style,
class and personality with confidence and expresses this without having anyone
getting in her way, the rest of the world declare themselves as poor imitator
of even the criticized one by even letting everybody know that they would
prefer to live the denounced life, but could barely achieve it, don’t they? I
often receive the impression that it is in most cases our surrounding world, which
has primary a problem with the godlike lifestyle. At the end it is a matter of
appearance and impact we have on the rest and which in some cases may appear as
haughty or arrogant. Maybe the majority isn’t simply habituated having a rather
self-confident person around or cannot handle it yet.
One of the greatest Divas I had the
honor to meet personally was – a man. Yes folks, guys can be Divas, too. Simply
remember Freddy Mercury, the probably most impressive artist the 1980s brought
out, who fascinated his audience by the possibly most freaked out shows of the
era. In my special case the guy is one of the most popular drag artists of our
time and I absolutely do not mean the queer stuff you may think about right
now. The man I am talking about has an attitude within, which simply leaves you
impressed. It is all about his movement, language and style and if you didn’t
know that the creature standing in front of you is a man you wouldn’t believe
it at all – a phenomenon on 20cm heels.
Have you ever been called a Diva?
And if yes have you ever asked yourself why? For myself I had quite a lot
coincidences with my friends in which they described me as terribly divine and
I am not sure if they always meant it that positive. At some point in my life
somewhere in the past I probably decided for myself If you can’t hide it, decorate it and I do still live more than
good with it. Ok – maybe it is annoying if people always examine you as
something different to their selves, but even here it remains a level of the
very own endorsement and how the circumstances of self-relation are stated.
Sometimes you should accept who you are, even if it means being an obnoxious
Diva. And believe me, being one will at the end pay off. So start into the
night and remember at any time: People will stare – make it worth their while.
Cheers
Lorax
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