Guns, Bad Influences, & Creativity.

September 17th, 2007 10:50 pm

When Adam was in elementary school, he was very lively. His liveliness was often interpreted as mischief. Which was fine with him, because sometimes it was mischief. At some point in the 4th grade, his best friend’s mother (Pearl) made her son stop hanging out with Adam because she claimed he was a bad influence.

Seventeen years later (sometime this week), the boy who was not allowed to hang out with my wonderful spouse was on the front of our local paper for armed robbery. Niiiiiiiiice.

Well, Pearl, Perhaps you should have allowed your gun-toting,automotive-parts-store -robbing son’s ass to hang out with Adam. Seriously, Pearl, he could have learned a few things from my well-mannered, well-behaved, well-groomed, and highly intelligent spouse. Maybe he should mail you his myriad business cards to exemplify his successful entrepreneurship and awesome personality. None of the business cards advertise armed-freakin’-robbery. Just kiding, Pearl. Calm down.

Anyway, I love irony. Not that Adam really cares one way or another about this character or how they quit hanging out. I just think it’s funny.

I mean, I wonder how many parents told their child not to hang out with me, that I was a bad influence. Probably a lot. I probably was. Not necessarily in the peer pressure way or the doing mean stuff for kicks way, but in the “I have an awesome idea that I would never go through with…but you totally should” way.

I mean, I was a good kid for the most part. I’ve just always had a vast imagination, and quite frankly, until I started outsourcing it through writing and such, it was pretty out of control. I was always a really good student. So when I acted out, it was mostly because I was bored. At times it was because I had no outlet for the creativity that sometimes still feels as if it will burst out of my brain if I fail to utilize it. Hence, the multitude of ideas I provided for people that were not me to carry out .

After all, I might be creative enough to spawn trouble, but I recognize what is trouble when I see it. Were you a bad influence in school? Or at any point in your life?

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