Random? Me? Never
Be honest with me. Do you ever do random things? Most of my life I’ve been accused of being weird, random, eccentric, and well…mad. But that’s okay. I have broad shoulders (I got them from my wife’s old 1980s jackets).
I believe you and I have a choice. Be ourselves, or be a cardboard cut out. Personally I choose to be me (though I wouldn’t mind taking the cardboard cut out home). But it doesn’t work that way. We have “consequences.”
Consequences feel like something a disapproving teacher made up. If you don’t “do your ABC’s”/”year’s worth of homework tonight”/”share that candy with the rest of the class” (pick which best fits), then there’ll be consequences.
Hmmm. Why teachers think that a whole class full of kids would want to chew on a half-sucked sweet is beyond me. But that’s school for you. It’s a bit random; in a predictable kind of way.
Kids laughed at my random dress sense when I was in high school. But I ask you, what’s wrong with purple velour bell-bottomed jeans? I thought it was a step up from my brother’s oversized hand-me-down shirts. They were so roomy my hands disappeared. Plus the collar offered about as much chest protection as a plunge bra. At least they were handy if you ever had an itchy nipple…not that I recall having them (Itches I mean).
As the random kid from a foreign family I was doomed to be a misfit. My lunch became a source of disgust and racial contempt for my whole class. Don’t tell me you eat that stuff? Eeewww!!! How gross. That’s how narrow minded it was back then. I mean, it wasn’t like I was eating sheep’s eyes on rye or raw tentacles in aspic. My sandwiches had… wait for it…brown bread! Yes, I know. Awful, isn’t it?
But difference and their consequences used to haunt me. I wanted to fit in but that was impossible. I was Christian Feeger.
Years on, I eventually grew into my skin and I stopped wanting to be anyone else. Differences, no matter how random and quirky, are good. Be yourself or give up the best years of your life being a wannabe copy of someone who doesn’t exist. Now that’s a consequence. If that’s our choice, give me random anytime.