Gagged!

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I grew accustomed to being funny my whole life. I was the class clown in grade school, and enjoyed making silly gestures as a baby- like hurling my tongue from my mouth, in order to make the grown-ups laugh. When it got to a point where less and less people understood my humor (like for sweet example: one man says at midnight, “Man, I haven’t eaten since like 8 a.m.” I reply with: “Wow, how unpatriotic of you!” Dry humor to say the least), I decided I am crazy, which is to say too sane for my own good- for now (one day I’ll shee-ine, just you wait).
I have two dreadlocks – which is to say, I do, indeed have two dreadlocks. I showed one guy I work with just last night, and he responded with a very sour face, as if he had just gagged. Gagged! If that’s not insanity, I don’t know what is!
Oh- many people discourage my desire for dreadlocks. The one person I was surprised to actually encourage me was my mother. How sweet she is, suggesting so. “It will be a great learning experience, and if you do, e-mail me a picture!” Ah, how nice it is to be judged by the style of your hair. Hair is very important in these new-found generations of swine. What beauty we could, indeed, possess, but we are far too materialistic to know what that is anymore. One man even told me not to scrunt (scrunt?) my eyes just last month, because it would wrinkle me up. And you know what? All that will be left of me is one giant pale raisin, and someone will have to bury me in hopes of growing fresh flowers- flowers, I say! But, oh no- 'the sun was in my eyes," I responded with unnecessary defense.
I honestly don't read as much as I'm told I should. I hated doing it as a child, because my mind would wander off, just like Albert Einstein's head probably had as a small boy. This, too, is unnecessary defense, but who is to say what isn't? This is universal equilibrium at its best. But with the whole reading thing, I always worried someone else would influence me so much that I couldn't just do my own thing. I mean, seriously, how did it all start if great writers must be great readers as well.

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