Sometimes I pretend to be normal, but it gets boring, so I go back to being me.
There’s always a clown in every group of friends, so yes, that would be me. I’m not saying I am hilariously funny, but I do get bored with mundane everyday routines of life and what is considered “normal”. I’ll say or do something daft just to relieve the monotony.
At school once in gym the whole class was lined up, waiting to be weighed and measured to have stats to put in our term reports. We were an all-girls school and it was getting quite noisy with everyone chatting away.
Finally, the teacher had had enough and she shouted, “Quiet!”
I muttered, “Rhubarb, rhubarb.”
Unfortunately, everyone else had gone absolutely silent all at once, so my quiet words were clearly heard.
“Who said that?” the teacher snapped and whirled round.
A friend laughed and said, “Scifi.”
Well the teacher had to berate me, even though you could see she actually thought it was funny too.
So why did I say rhubarb? I’d read that in a crowd scene in a movie the extras were told to say ‘rhubarb’ repeatedly, because apparently when a whole lot of people say that, it does sound like general background conversation.
So, now I’m older, have I outgrown this reaction to boredom and authority?
Nah, can’t say I have. But it’s OK, because Little Monkey is just as daft, so we make a fine pair!