Oafs

Posted on September 23, 2002 in Blog Meets Whimsies

A positive side benefit of last Saturday’s meeting (for me at least) was reading the blogs of others. After reviewing the words of Keith who thought he proved himself “a total lunatic and sarcastic bastard” and Jason who dubbed himself “persona non grata”, I started feeling less and less need for my xanax. I wrote in comment to Keith’s account:

Has anyone else noticed that Keith, Jason, and myself seem to have this little rivalry going on over who was the biggest oaf at the gathering? Realizing that there were other people feeling that they made asses of themselves makes me feel better, though still cautious about how I act in public.

Not be outdone, Mikey attempted to grab the coveted crown of galootishness by crying: “Let’s see YOU get on a little pink ATV at the mall!?

In my opinion, Mikey is nowhere near the rest of us in the competition for biggest oaf. For one thing, no true oaf would even consider jumping on a miniature mock motorbike because, well, it would only serve to make him look even more oafish. True oafishness depends on personal insecurity coupled with good reasons to feel insecure. Mikey don’t got what it takes.

Sorry, Mikey. Shaving your head to make yourself look more like a meatball doesn’t make you one.