Well let’s see…Matthew A(scary)pour, as our Third North RA Marie would call him, is quite an interesting young fellow. I myself was completely taken aback by Matt’s quite recent outlook on life. To give whoever might be reading this a brief history, Matt wasn’t as guru-esque a couple years ago as he is today. In fact, my first impression of this guy revolved around FIFA.
FIFA, the video game, is heaven sent. God created a game, and it is FIFA. So immediately I knew this kid from down the hall must be tolerable. We were playing and after I had sufficiently kicked his ass, we began to joke around a little. It was funny, but definitely a brand of humor I hadn’t encountered being from the West Coast. That humor that is basically repetition until the joke gets through to the audience. His first was, “Hey bro, I’m gay.”
I laughed, uncomfortably, and replied, “Ya I am too.” His immediate response, as indicated above, was to simply repeat himself. So I guess I followed his lead and repeated my portion of the “joke” right back at him. Until finally, in only Matt’s distinctive and curious style he asked, “Wait really?”
So I said, “I’m not kidding.” Then of course (I say of course because with him it was redundant) he just copied my response. I could tell I wasn’t getting anywhere with Matt. And that was our first encounter.
Reading that back I can see that I haven’t really given a history of the relationship between Matt and myself, but who the fuck really cares. On to the business of the moment. It wasn’t until his visit to Africa did I see any change in Matt’s confrontational style. I noticed something that I had only heard about in movies and read occasionally in books. You know, that kind of freedom a farm boy gets when he is released into a big city for a long period of time. It was like the trip to Africa opened his mind and freed him of his past habits of strict black and white thinking.
Bossly. I am continuously jealous of this experience, and recognize that it was so perfect for him. How else would we have this blog filled with significance, or insignificance, but filled with undiluted thought nonetheless. I almost feel like I’ve been getting spam from Matt, telling me to do this and try that, worded just like a solicitor. Only recently have I understood that he’s just soliciting the experiences that have impacted his consciousness so heavily that he dare not keep them to himself. What a brave motherfucker.
So as I enter this realm of Hard Fluff, know that nothing I say should be taken seriously, unless you think it should. I don’t write. But I’m going to try it. Expect bias literature and completely flossy sentences from me. And expect Matt to change the world.
Peace out.
This made me smile a lot Portlandking. It brought me back to our first encounter, and how I pretended to be gay because I thought it was all a big joke. I not only enjoyed reading this post, but also was inspired to keep at what I’m doing. There are times when I ask myself if what I’m doing is right, and you and everyone else are the reasons that I say “yes, this is right” and keep on going. “Only recently have I understood that he’s just soliciting the experiences that have impacted his consciousness so heavily that he dare not keep them to himself. What a brave motherfucker.” You couldn’t have worded that better man, I’m looking forward to your future biased literature and completely flossy sentences. Keep it up sir.