Analogies

[primeideal]

Tower bells are like cars because I regularly surround myself with people who know how to operate them, whereas I'm going "this is hundreds of pounds of metal and you treat it with the reverence of a loaded weapon that could seriously hurt someone?? you expect me to control this??" and after things inevitably go wrong I freak out which causes me to be even more anxious and inept, and also I look like I'm about fifteen, which I'm not.

I don't know what handbells correspond to. I like handbells.

Comments

[primeideal]

The extra stress isn't helping, but I freak out plenty with familiar bells and/or people too! :p

(Someone, not me, dislocated their shoulder yesterday, which is not calming my nerves either.)

[landofnowhere]

Oh no! I got hit by a flailing rope and pulled a muscle in my left arm in my second month of learning to handle a bell.

I think it was good for me that my ringing trajectory involved learning to handle a bell first over the nine months I spent studying in the UK, at the end of which I was at the level of ringing rounds and call changes -- and then having to relearn everything when I took up ringing again 7 years later -- it took me a few months to get back to the level I left off at, and then a few more months after that until I was considered ready to ring without someone watching over me. I am not a fast learner for anything requiring physical coordination, but I am a stubborn one.

[landofnowhere]

(After seeing choco_frosh's (locked) report on the Raleign bells, it sounds like it's not just you, those bells are awful.)