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Published On: Apr 26, 2006 10:02 PM
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Published On: Apr 26, 2006 10:02 PM
I Was That Guy, and I Still Am
Yep, just paused right in the middle of that
rather longish bit about morality because I was struck by something. Not a car,
or a falling chunk of ceiling, but a
thought.
I was just writing that bit about my college professor. In case you don't read the Profound stuff, I'll reiterate. A celebrated English professor, young guy, very popular, was giving a short introduction to whatever international movie was playing at the campus theater. He had this habit of pausing for effect, rather like the Narrator in the Rocky Horror Picture Show. He began, "We live... in a world..." and unfortunately paused just long enough for a small group of mischievous overgrown imps to begin the applause. That became the catchphrase for that semester.
And I realized that being one of the first to start clapping is one of those things that probably sounds geeky to you, the reader, but makes me cool in my eyes.
For example:
I was that guy who, upon learning that the high school history teacher hated the smell of watermelon bubble gum above all else in the world, distributed a piece to every person in the classroom.
I was that guy who, in the middle of a lecture on democracy in World Civilizations, began humming Glory Glory Hallelujah, inspiring everyone to join in an a patriotic upswell.
I was that guy who wrote the petition protesting budget cuts to the college academic programs and increases in the athletics program. The resulting media blitz resulted in the ill-fated press conference where the college president announced "If we don't fund athletics we won't have any black students."
I was that guy with the mohawk that went through various color shades, resulting in the nickname "Strypes" (because of my resemblance to a billiard ball).
But we don't just live in the past. We have to accept that some things are done, and although they helped make us who we are today, they are only part of who we are. So:
I am that guy who traipses from war zone to war zone, who runs outside during attacks to applaud the mortar fire, and manages to remain calm during rocket attacks.
I am that guy who stands up for what he believes in, and backs down from no one when I am confident in my beliefs.
I am that guy who corrects the grammar of college presidents who are blowing me off over my concerns.
I am that guy devoted to Tyr, as well as the other Aesir and Vanir.
I am that guy who may not have faced all of his demons, but has done damned well against the ones faced thus far.
I am that guy who quit smoking 3 months ago, and has succeeded thus far.
You know what's great? I could keep going on and on. But really, a blog is a public thing, not a real journal at all, and I don't want to bore the readers. I can go on and on in my head, though.
What it boils down to is this: I am proud of who I am, and who I was. I am excited about who I will be.
And, as Vanatru would point out (and probably will), I am also a dork.
I was just writing that bit about my college professor. In case you don't read the Profound stuff, I'll reiterate. A celebrated English professor, young guy, very popular, was giving a short introduction to whatever international movie was playing at the campus theater. He had this habit of pausing for effect, rather like the Narrator in the Rocky Horror Picture Show. He began, "We live... in a world..." and unfortunately paused just long enough for a small group of mischievous overgrown imps to begin the applause. That became the catchphrase for that semester.
And I realized that being one of the first to start clapping is one of those things that probably sounds geeky to you, the reader, but makes me cool in my eyes.
For example:
I was that guy who, upon learning that the high school history teacher hated the smell of watermelon bubble gum above all else in the world, distributed a piece to every person in the classroom.
I was that guy who, in the middle of a lecture on democracy in World Civilizations, began humming Glory Glory Hallelujah, inspiring everyone to join in an a patriotic upswell.
I was that guy who wrote the petition protesting budget cuts to the college academic programs and increases in the athletics program. The resulting media blitz resulted in the ill-fated press conference where the college president announced "If we don't fund athletics we won't have any black students."
I was that guy with the mohawk that went through various color shades, resulting in the nickname "Strypes" (because of my resemblance to a billiard ball).
But we don't just live in the past. We have to accept that some things are done, and although they helped make us who we are today, they are only part of who we are. So:
I am that guy who traipses from war zone to war zone, who runs outside during attacks to applaud the mortar fire, and manages to remain calm during rocket attacks.
I am that guy who stands up for what he believes in, and backs down from no one when I am confident in my beliefs.
I am that guy who corrects the grammar of college presidents who are blowing me off over my concerns.
I am that guy devoted to Tyr, as well as the other Aesir and Vanir.
I am that guy who may not have faced all of his demons, but has done damned well against the ones faced thus far.
I am that guy who quit smoking 3 months ago, and has succeeded thus far.
You know what's great? I could keep going on and on. But really, a blog is a public thing, not a real journal at all, and I don't want to bore the readers. I can go on and on in my head, though.
What it boils down to is this: I am proud of who I am, and who I was. I am excited about who I will be.
And, as Vanatru would point out (and probably will), I am also a dork.
Posted: Wed - April 7, 2004 at 05:28 PM