Life and Times

~Brandon James Scott Scholl

Something came up today and I was asked why I insist on being so confrontational or do things that seem dangerous. I believe there are times when things need to be addressed regardless of the possibility of people not wanting to be around you. There are also many times that if we don’t take care of events or something in this way that it won’t be taken care of. I’m sure that there are people that don’t necessarily agree with this and that’s fine. Not everyone is the type of person to be able to do that but for me I’ve noticed that handling situations in this form is the best course of action.

Today is my English class we were asked to write about irony in our life. It was the first time I thought about it but I noticed something today, my whole life is ironic. From the time I was a baby up until about two years ago I was easily embarrassed and only wanted to sink into the crowd. Didn’t want to be noticed or stick out because it was something that I was extremely uncomfortable with. Today, however, I’m the type of person that despises slipping into the crowd. My personality has not only changed to the extent of I naturally just get noticed in the crowd but it’s impossible to get embarrassed. A good example of the latter is that every time my mother and I go shopping at Costco I walk in slow motion at the entrance and then pretend to throw my hair back. There are other times that my mom will ask the greeters at Sam’s Club to give me a hard time if I try to meet up with her when I try to go in or come out. The last time my mom had done this she asked a somewhat large and older man to give me hard time when I tried exiting Sam’s Club with a bag of groceries in my hand. I didn’t have the receipt because my mom had walked off with it and he stopped me. I immediately asked him if a woman had just walked by and asked him to give me a hard time. He had a micro-expression that showed a smile and then it was gone the next second. He then told me that I wasn’t able to leave the store without the receipt. I smiled and told him that I could probably outrun him. He laughed and then told me that my mom had asked him to treat me this way and then he let me pass. As I walked to the car I noticed that my mom was nowhere in sight. I thought it was weird because she not only had the keys to the car but she had enough time. As I walked away from the car and started looking for her in the parking lot I found her at the other end of the store. She had forgotten where we had parked. See what happens when you try to mess with your children?