Let It Go! (J/K Don't Do That, That's Crazy!)

So I'm in my new classroom with Grace, the other TA, finishing paperwork at the end of the day and she says "Oh! We haven't played our songs! Let's play our songs!" She proceeds to pull out her phone and play Into the Unknown and it's at this moment I realize I have a problem; how hard do I go? I mean, anyone reading this blog knows damn well I know all the words to Into the Unknown but Grace doesn't realize that I'm an eight year old masquerading as an adult (though the Elsa backback, lunch box, and Taylor Swift pool towel should be a bit of a clue). Then she plays Let it Go and I'm in a full on panic! Just what the hell am I supposed to do here? If I were home, I'd sing every word with confidence, indulging in the moment, but I can't do that a work, in front of someone I've known for five minutes. Grace is singing along, blissfully unware of what it's like to question your every move cause you know that everyone thinks you're weird and awkward (all of which is true) and while you're generally fine with that, it might be good if you were more than a month in to your new job before they find out you're only somewhat saner than the students (all of whom have documented issues due to the nature of the school). Therein lies the issue with knowing your different and deciding when and how you let others know it. More often than not, I don't decide to let anyone know anything; I couldn't hide the fact that I'm more than somewhat offbeat if I tried (and yes, on occasion, I've tried). Like I said, I've learned to accept and even embrace this (still working on this part) but I still feel a certian (or perhaps uncertain) type of way when I see other women show up to work in pigtails or gush over Frozen, because when it's a one off it's fine (I'm guessing) but if it's actually who you are, well... The end result is a steady stream of should I's, how do I go about, are people going to snicker at this? (Probaby) and do I care (not enough not to do it) that I have to navigate; a never ending maelstrom of thoughts that are detracting from my every day life and doing the important work of supplying Carbon (my cat) with all the treats on earth (which, according to her, is my true reason for living and she couldn't care less what I'm singing while doing it). So, here I stand, and here I'll stay. Wondering (hoping?) if my peculiarities are more endearing than off putting, and not being sure that I care enough about the answer. Sigh. Let the storm rage on...