Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Fuck the fish...and fuck you!
Well, not you. My grandfather and my uncle.
One of our volunteers at work fishes as a hobby. I told her about the one and only time I went fishing - at age 5, my grandfather and my uncle (who are Rush Limbaugh and Rush Jr. respectively, on the likability scale) took me on a fishing trip.
I was a chatty kid - I didn't become an introvert until later on. Come to think of it, I expect 5-year-olds to be chatty, don't you?
"Don't talk!" they yapped, rather loudly, now that I think about it. "It'll scare the fish away!"
You have probably guessed that I have always been opinionated, and when I was little, I liked to challenge adults. I was usually right, and that pissed them off even more - because even then I knew that if a tall person said "because I said so," it was not a real reason.
So back to the volunteer - I found out she fished and told her the story.
Me: "Is that true about scaring away the fish?"
Her: (with strange look on face)"Um. No."
Me: "I knew it! They just didn't want to hear me talk."
I think that is why I became a reporter - I got to challenge and ask why, and got paid to do it. My entire family said I should be a lawyer because I "liked to argue" so much - but it was just a desire to get to the bottom of things.
I couldn't wait to grow up and ask as many questions as I wanted to, watch R-rated Eddie Murphy movies and eat DQ whenever I wanted. And then I did!