I was chatting with a friend on Facebook last night about our time in Creative Writing class almost 12 years ago now. And since it is Throwback Thursday (at least to the younger, hipper, but somehow not quite as cool as I am kids), I thought I would share another nugget of insight into my warped and twisted mind.
It was one of my first creative writing classes in college and we were all in our seats, paying attention to our teacher tell us how much she loved the results of our first assignment, when she gave us an in-class assignment and 15 minutes to think about and construct something. Her question to us was: What cartoon characters are you most like? Naturally, we had to creatively tell her what cartoon character we were most like.
My choice was surprisingly simple even though one of my nicknames would lead you to think something else. And for the record, I never wanted the nickname and, oddly enough, I do remember who the first person was (yes, some girl somewhere) to bestow the nickname on me.
I think most of the class was expecting me to say that I saw myself as a one of the Care Bears. Unfortunately, when I go by my shortened name, Ger, it rhymes with care, bear, stare, fair. Instead of Care Bear, I got called Ger Bear, and I still do to this day by some people. And probably after this; by many more as well. For the record, my name is pronounced with a hard “G” – like go, great, ghost, and my personal favorite, grope. For pronunciation lessons on my full name please stop by at a later date and we can discuss.
It doesn’t help that I have a fair bit of chest hair and am just so damn adorable and you just want to throw your arms around me and cuddle. That last sentence might be a little over the top but I don’t think so. I’m a snuggler. I could have been a Care Bear I suppose, but the woman would have had to be at least 50 foot tall to make it seem to scale. And while I’m not entirely shallow – I’m not dating a freak. I’ll date someone who wants to get freaky. But I won’t date a freak. Excessive height is out. As much fun as I think a third breast would be, a girl with more than two would also be out. Would be hard to get the right action when you played motorboat. But, I shall move on.
We had a few Bugs Bunnies, one guy even said Yosemite Sam, and some girl said she’d be Foghorn Leghorn. Personally, I think she just chose him because his name is cool and she wanted to prove how wild her imagination was. Surprisingly, no one said Fred Flintstone though. And I was sure more than two people would have opted for Mickey or Minnie Mouse. But the most surprising thing was that I was the only person who said my cartoon character – which totally emphasized my point though.
I chose Tigger, that wonderful cartoon Tiger. While I don’t have stripes or a tail to spring on, I am a bundle of energy and am quite pouncy and bouncy. Tigger represents everything I like about myself. I’m friendly and outgoing, sometimes too outgoing, but deep down, I just want to keep smiling, make others happy, and go through life with as little worry as possible. I’m sure there are times when I piss people off because I’m so light-hearted and don’t seem to get outwardly angry. And hey, that’s okay. If I want to go through life bouncing around on my merry way I will damn it.
Like Tigger, I think I’m a wonderful thing. I have been blessed with a wonderful family who has shaped me into a person I like and sometimes admire. Apparently, I have also been blessed with an above average ability to write (some might say better than that but I won’t) and that makes me a wonderful thing in my estimation. I love to write; being okay at it is just a bonus. I think I’m smart, funny, creative, and athletic. Right now I think I’m very modest too but I’m usually quite humble.
I pride myself on my originality, even if I’m not sure I’m as unique as I think I am. Tigger is the only one, he tells us, and I’m trying to be the “only one” of me. I want people to meet me and think that they will never meet another person like me again. But in a good way. I don’t want them hoping they never meet another person like me again. That wouldn’t really be good for the ego. And yes, I am a whore for positive attention.
But probably the main reason I’m most like Tigger is a simple little fact that no one can deny. You see, you can’t spell Tigger without G-E-R. There would be no Tigger without ger. And I like thinking that so just leave me be.
Now, what cartoon character are you most like? Any Jessica Rabbit’s out there?