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Hey people. It’s time I came out of the closet: I’m strange. This life will afford me very different results, than it will most people. I surround myself with people who are different from myself. Secret: embracing your own strangeness is the key to success. You have to be honestly you, no matter what.
This strange journey is documented from my perspective, here at StrangeScott.com. Be warned: this is the uncut me, and it’s a visual interpretation of my true self–The naked, still evolving, ever-growing and eventually perishable self.
I’ve embraced the strangeness. Will you?
Enter the strangeness.
Here is a collection of videos that I think are important to the election today! Enjoy!
Remember: Today is about voting for Barry Obama. Let’s do it!
I don’t really like Romney’s style… of being an asshole.
And I really don’t want a Zombie Apocalypse.
Really, people… I’ll do anything!
I’m a ladies man. Gotta love the ladies!
And last, but not least: “Don’t Sleep On BARRY O. Don’t ever sleep on Barry O.”
Looking back, I’ve found that many topics of my ramblings have centered around seasons. It makes sense. When times change, people tend to change. Perhaps it’s just the environment shifting–circumstances present themselves and we react. I’m fond of the notion that we learn and evolve. One might call it maturing.
Our lives move in seasons, I think. The winter was mild. We’ve been keeping busy. Summer is right around the corner. Are we going to savor the Spring, or let it slip past us as we crave the beach and cook-outs?
Change is the driving force of life, I think. The transitional months are usually my favorite. It makes me feel like a vagabond in my own skin–not knowing whether I’ll settle into my bed for a restful night of sleep, or pace back and fourth on a late-night call, or type rabidly over a soon-due project piece.
That spontenaety of lifestyle keeps me emotionally nimble. How can a person who desires much, but starts with little, achieve that transition without embracing the process of that evolution itself?
That’s my goal, anyway. To welcome this discomfort. I want to press through it. The other side of this mine shaft is visible, and I’ll get there with some gold.
The semi-famous Death Cab for Cutie song illuminates the idea of death in love. Regardless of your thoughts on death, the potential for an afterlife and even “love” itself–I think we can all agree that “love” takes many forms. Let me also propose that “love” takes work and choice.
It’s not an easy thing to do, and I don’t believe in “falling” in love. You “fall” into a ditch, or down a flight of stairs. Real love is something you choose to do. It’s not something you accidentally stumble upon.
I’m not trying to connect the trivial coincidence of this song kind-of-having-to-do-with-love and death, and the point I’m after. What I want to do is talk about life and the effects of “choosing to love.”
My ankle was broken on November 19th, and I’ve suffered a little.
When I say, “a little,” I recognize that my “suffering” is a minor inconvenience–as compared to someone who can never walk, or someone who has a fatal disease. Nevertheless, I find myself looking at those who can walk with envy. I think “how they take that ability for granted.”
Dying is something that we inevitably do–not something that we choose to do (in most cases). I propose the same is true for “dark times” in one’s life. If I had the choice for my ankle to not break, you would not have seen me on crutches this Christmas, or New Year’s Eve, or JuiceBall. Yes I will heal, and you’ll see me walking, dancing and probably jumping onto, and off of, more high places.
My point is: I have to endure those consequences alone. Just like death, I will have to face my life alone–during the light times and the dark times. No other person can share my unique perception of this, or feel what I feel–high or low. That is, unless they choose to be there for me.
This idea brings me to my point. A person can’t follow another person “into the dark,” as Death Cab would suggest a kind of metaphorical shared death. A person can, however, come alongside a friend in need–when they are hurt, sad, lonely, frustrated, broken. This takes work. This requires choice. This is love.
When I was a young boy–just as loud-mouthed and offensive as I can be now, I’m sure–I used to venture into our very dark Michigan basement. I don’t know if it was for play, or to retrieve a lost toy, but I would do it from time to time. Blame it on curiosity or childhood necessity. All I can remember is that it was scary down there. The cement floor was cold. Strange noises from the furnace and plumbing sounded like monsters lurking. On these adventures, I could not suffer the fear alone–even as the oldest son.
Emily, my sister, or sometimes my mother or brother, John, would venture down with me. They didn’t have to. They chose to. And I can still feel their hand gripping mine, clenched in a shared fear.
But what I remember most is the love, the trust and peace. Just knowing that someone will choose to help me when I’m in need.
Knowing that someone “has your back,” knowing that someone will do the work to show you real love, can make all the difference. It’s fuel to the flame of resillience, and it will be the strength we need to push on.
My best friends in the world have shown me real love in the past months. They know who they are. What I want them to know is this:
“I will follow you into the dark… basement.”
This blogging thing is fun, but it’s been taking some diligence to keep up with it ;)
Quite a few awesome things have happened this Fall. Honestly the best thing is Fall itself. I love it. There’s no unbearable heat or annoying snow, and the frequent rains of Spring are a distant memory. What I don’t understand is why I always start to care more about fitness in the Fall. Strange right? Perhaps it’s because the air is cooler and less sweating happens (and less sweat stays due to one’s lack of A/C at home…)
Now let’s talk about what’s going on.
I know a lot of you are beach-loving f**kers, but my sweaty flesh discomforts me. So go suck an egg. Fall is here, and in his brisk evenings and fair mornings he will take the ashen stump from a rowdy bonfire with friends and rip open summers sun-burnt face and bathe in the blood and broken Wayfarers.
Death to summer, and all hail fall’s beauty, colors, layers, and afternoon walks. And thankful are my undershirts. They go with mercy; having no more pit-stains. Die summer, die!
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Scott Erickson founded corporate video production company "SEF video" in 2010 and independent record label "Diligent Music" in 2011. In May of 2013, "Renovation Raiders" airs on HGTV--created by Scott Erickson and Kevin Budzynski.
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