October 16, 2010

Dear clusterflock

Last night I dreamt of petty thieving and the redistribution of assets. These days, are you more of a rebel in mind or in action?

comments

  1. Kelsey Parker on October 16th, 2010 at 11:33 am

    Ten years ago, my answer would’ve been in action. Today not so much.

  2. Deron Bauman on October 16th, 2010 at 11:43 am

    I remember in high school getting a chance to go on television with a local reporter to explain why the dress code was bullshit and clamming up. That disappointed me, not being able to speak in the moment about something I felt strongly about.

  3. Michael Smith on October 16th, 2010 at 11:52 am

    I’m rebelious in small actions on a daily basis. Things that nobody would notice but make me feel better. For example, angry at my neighbor, I parked my car in such a way that they would be forced to back-up to pull out.

    For the things that matter, I almost always rebel in the mind.

  4. Michael Smith on October 16th, 2010 at 11:56 am

    Deron, we had to wear uniforms. Our white polo shirts had to be tucked into our Khaki pants. The dean, a short, round, unattractive woman who looked as if she could rip your head off without a tinge of guilt would, if she saw an untucked shirt tail, attempt to tuck it in for you. When walking through the quad between classes we would fold our shirts up and in to look like a loose tuck, using our backpacks to hold them in place…good times.

  5. Deron Bauman on October 16th, 2010 at 12:02 pm

    Back from college, I was home when the school called to say my brother was in violation of the dress code. As I walked the hall to deliver clothes for him a teacher walking with a group of students came toward me and called me a faggot.

  6. Kelsey Parker on October 16th, 2010 at 12:30 pm

    Wait, what?

  7. Michael Smith on October 16th, 2010 at 12:34 pm

    It was ok. Deron wasn’t a student anymore. If there was something wrong with a teacher calling him a faggot, surely some private enterprise would have come along and said, “hey, don’t call former students faggots…”

  8. Deron Bauman on October 16th, 2010 at 12:36 pm

    Sorry, an anecdote from the annals of Duncanville TX, separate from the intention of your post.

    Although I did pay a visit to the school superintendent that afternoon. He wasn’t interested in talking with me because I wouldn’t tell him the name of the teacher.

  9. Cindy Scroggins on October 16th, 2010 at 2:28 pm

    I’m an action figure.

  10. Amanda Mae Meyncke on October 18th, 2010 at 1:01 pm

    I do bad things all the time and tell of them.
    I do good things a whole lot more and keep them secret.

    Helps me realize that what is unseen is more important, and hopefully to remember that in my dealings with other people.

    But because everything and everyone is so far from one another, our words count more now, and so I seem to others to be a bad person. By my own recollection. Which I think is funny. Amusing myself in these ways hasn’t quite played out in the ways I thought it would.

  11. Kelsey Parker on October 18th, 2010 at 1:17 pm

    That is a ‘from the comments’ if I ever read one.

  12. Sheila Ryan on October 18th, 2010 at 1:20 pm

    You bet. I’ve been reading and re-reading.

  13. Deron Bauman on October 18th, 2010 at 1:42 pm

    make it so.

  14. Kelsey Parker on October 18th, 2010 at 1:47 pm

    Oh! Sorry, I intend to. When I’m near to a computer more skilled than this phone.

  15. Kelsey Parker on October 18th, 2010 at 1:48 pm

    One might say I was claiming it, like an astronaut with a flag pole.

  16. From the comments | clusterflock on October 18th, 2010 at 5:43 pm

    [...] Amanda Mae Meyncke: I do bad things all the time and tell of them. I do good things a whole lot more and keep them secret. [...]

  17. Dave Vogt on October 18th, 2010 at 9:08 pm

    I tend to go with the flow or leave. Rebellion’s not really in my nature.

  18. Sheila Ryan on October 18th, 2010 at 9:18 pm

    In that respect, you and I are soul brothers, Dave.

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