Friday, July 29, 2011

Bigfoot

                                                                                                                                                                    
    If there was one common rule
 that I was taught by all of my English professors, it was to write about what you know.  So naturally, I'm going to write about Bigfoot.   
  Now, I know what you're thinking, I am about to ignore years of wisdom and experience, by recklessly addressing something I know nothing about, but you'd be wrong.  Bigfoot and I go way back.
  When I was little, Bigfoot made several visits to me: under my bed, in my closet, outside my window, while I was camping, and of course in my dreams.  You might say, he had a little bit of an obsession.
  His presence was a constant concern for me.  When I was outside, his gleaming yellow eyes were watching me from the bushes.  When I was inside, his long claws scratched across my bedroom window, and don't even get me started on Harry and the Hendersons (I'm still terrified of John Lithgow).
  His existence was a puzzle to me.  Why was he called Bigfoot? It wasn't like he only had one giant foot that he hobbled around on. He should be called Bigfeet, that would make sense. Why was he named after his most defining characteristic?  What if we did that with everyone?  Would people walk around with names like Bigears, Fatface, or Saggybottom?  What would my name be?  Bighead?  Bigmouth? . . It was enough to drive a kid crazy.
  There was no doubt in my mind that Bigfoot would eventually swallow me whole.  It didn't matter that no one believed me and no one could see him, he was real to me.
  As I got older, Bigfoot grew tired of me. He stopped showing up at my window and under my bed.  I thought he'd left for good, until I realized he'd changed his look.  He still operates with fear and I'm still afraid he'll swallow me whole, but this time he'll do it with insecurities.  You see, that's the funny thing about Bigfoot . .  . he's a lot more common than you think.
 
 

11 comments:

  1. After seeing that picture, now I'm terrified of Bigfoot... Love the whole comparison.
    FYI, I think my new name would be "Weirdnose".

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  2. Great post! I like your association. I live in the PNW, so Bigfoot is right outside my back door...my insecurities are closer. : )

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  3. LOL - oh goodness, this is great! You truly have a gift for writing! I am so glad you found my blog and now I can be a part of yours! This post is phenomenal! I was scared of Freddy Kruger like you were scared of Bigfoot. OH those darn insecurities keep attacking us, even in our old age, don't they? And I don't even want to know what my name would be if it were after my most defining characteristic. I'm sure BigMouth would be around the top of the list! :D

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  4. Thanks Casey, but I've seen your nose and it's not weird.

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  5. Thanks E.R. King,
    I know what you mean, my insecurities follow me daily. Be sure to lock your back door!

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  6. Thanks Abby,
    I'm glad I found your blog too! I never went through a Freddy Kruger phase, but Chucky from Child's play terrified me!

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  7. Great stuff Missi!

    I have no insecurities and I am afraid of nothing so I couldn't really relate. But I do like your font ;)

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  8. That was a great read. Glad I found your blog!

    New follower.

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  9. Thanks David! Welcome to my blog.

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  10. Hey Missi! I gave you an award on my blog today! Go check it out. :)

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  11. Thanks Abby. I suspected you were an awesome person, now this confirms it!

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