I aint no Pirate

In 1991 Steven Spielberg directed a most enjoyable fantasy film, “Hook”. The film brought the viewer into the life of an adult Peter Pan who goes back to Neverland in efforts to rescue his kidnapped children and to finally face off with his old time nemeses Captain Hook. More importantly, Pan’s motley crew of feral youth, the Lost Boys he left behind years earlier, found a new and amiable leader, Rufio. It’s obvious that both Rufio and I share physical traits, but a deeper look into his character can show the Aggressive leadership and almost polar “other side” that closely resembles my own nature.

“You are a fart factory, Slug-slimed, sack-of-rat-guts-in-cat-vomit, cheesy, scab-picked, pimple-squeezing finger bandage. A week old maggot burger with everything on it and flies on the side,” said most eloquently by Rufio. This sense of juvenile name calling is well quite frankly immature, but brings that keen taste of a boyish charm of an imagination to a whole new level, one that is rather deserving recognition. My own temperament proves to be likewise. I’m pretty cocky, never back down from arguments, and sometimes vie for the last laugh, but do so in a silly manner. I think I get this from my huge imagination that lends me the ability to make a complete fool of myself with the respect that I simply like to clown around. I can be a big dork and it doesn’t bother me one bit. Rufio is an aggressive leader that has dominion over all the Lost Boys. They cheer his name occasionally, “Rue-fee-OH! Rue-fee-OH!” Unfortunately I don’t have crowds of people marching to the beat of my drum, what a sad world it is, but I do usually take the initiative among my peers. If we are going to eat, planning a trip, or anything really, I typically throw in my two cents first. On top of that, if it’s a rainy day and our brains are about to explode with boredom, my uncanny imagination can usually whip up some activities, maybe not as interesting as killing stinking pirates, eating imaginary food, or flying, but fun none the less. Those who don’t want to enjoy my awesome ideas are just “camel cakes!”