Randomer Thoughts

I feel compelled to admit that when I was first instructed to violate the social norms of the Cougareat I was somewhat hesitant to do so. I’m generally comfortable operating (somewhat) within the limits of what is socially acceptable. After all, I’ve been raised that way since birth. When you think about it, most of us have. After all, that's why they're called norms. Because they're normal.

Then I started thinking about it. I mean, I had to do it. So I began plotting. You see, I have a penchant for messing with people. Sure, they’re usually my friends and they know of my fondness for pranks (especially Karen, as she tends to be the victim of most of them). The more I thought about it, the more I became excited to branch out into the unknown. This quickly became more of a shenanigan than an assignment (by the way, I still got an A).

I met with my partner in the Cougareat one evening (the evening before the assignment was due - typical me). His role was to take notes on the reactions of my targets. So we sat and talked over ideas while surveying all of the innocent bystanders. I singled out my first victim just as he sat down with his newspaper. My first victim barely acknowledged my existence, ignoring every single one of my odd behaviors. I stole his newspaper. I spit into my taco and informed him that I did so in order to “keep the bad people from stealing it”. I messed with him for fifteen minutes and I got nothing out of that guy.

Now let's contrast this with my last victims. They had been sitting there for a while, just a few tables over. I sat down with them, introduced myself, and then proceeded to ignore every single one of their questions. No answers. No eye contact. Just leaning back on the chair, sipping my Sprite. Waiting. What's your name? Silence. What are you studying? Silence. Are you okay? Silence. They started talking about me as if I couldn’t even hear them! Who is this kid? I had a hard time keeping a straight face and they could see it. I was about to blow it! It was time to take some drastic measures. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out my ultimate weapon - Taco Bell Fire Sauce. In only a few seconds I had torn the package, popped the lid to my Sprite, and done the unthinkable. When I mixed in Taco Bell’s Fire Sauce with my Sprite, things changed. I believe the words they shouted as they abruptly left were “Ew, gross! Get away from me!” Turns out they were right - it really is gross.

This was my introduction...no, wait...my initiation into Sociology 112. If you've been at BYU for a semester already, you've probably heard the story about the girl bringing the waffle iron (or was it a George Foreman grill?) into the library and making food there. Yeah. Same assignment.

Today's randomerthought is this: I've been feeling adventurous lately. I had an adventure. And it was fun.