In order to try to prove that I am not a threat to
Twenty-five different people that know me in my personal life chimed in. This includes people I grew up with, go to church with, neighbors, coworkers, one of my brothers, and my parents. There are over 120 comments on the post at last count. Due to some of the responses I received, I am beginning to realize I hadn't really thought this through.
Some people chose to have fun with it. There were lots of axe and hatchet jokes and even a few mentions of hidden bodies. My childhood friend, Amanda, left a lengthy comment that is probably my favorite one. My father mentioned that I could not be a threat to women since he had to bribe the neighborhood girls to go out with me. If you didn't see this when it happened, it is worth a look to read through the comments. Several of them were funnier than anything I could ever write.
Many of the others took it very seriously and I choked up while reading a couple of them. This was all meant to be in fun (and it was), but I did not expect some of the responses I got. Thank you to all of you who helped. I love you all and value our friendships.
A few of them painted a glowing picture of me. One, in particular, said:
"Brett could never be an axe murderer. On the other hand, he has been everything else: rebel, preacher, biker, tattoo artist, comedian, writer, photographer, videoman, gamer, extreme sports, etc. If there's anything he hasn't tried, just give him time. And he excels in everything he does."There were several comments along these lines. While I can't really dispute anything in this sentence (other than excelling at everything), it does give an impression that I cannot even begin to live up to. I reminds me of "the most interesting man in the world" from the Dos Equis commercials.
I am not that guy. I do like to make life interesting and definitely strive to have fun wherever I am, but have never fed baby eagles on the side of a cliff. I wasn't actually a tattoo artist, but I did own a tattoo shop for a while.
|Proof that I was a biker. VP and founder of motorcycle club.|
Two years ago - I miss my Harley
Putting all that to the side, I believe that Red was convinced. She even shared with me her real name, even if it was an accident. If she is willing, I would like to meet. I don't have a time frame in mind and our work/school schedules would have to coordinate for both of us. Since she lives 900 miles away, it's not just a quick weekend trip.
The following paragraph is for Red (don't anyone else read it):
If you would like to meet, let me know and we can arrange something. I am always looking for excuses to travel and I have never been to Delaware. I have no expectations other than putting a face with the blog. I think it would be fun.
Everyone else can read now.
I promise that my next post will have nothing to do with any of this. I have a childhood trauma story I am going to try to tackle. I had an evil teacher when I was in the 4th grade. Between her, broken crayons and a space alien, the 4th grade was definitely my worst school year.
Thank you and welcome to all my new readers.