The Brass Indian

I was walking across my school campus today and saw this large statue of a Native American, standing with a pipe in hand. First thing I think is that BYU shouldn’t be advocating wampum-smoking-peace-pipe. I mean, if we as students aren’t allowed to use it, why are you coating it in brass and sticking it on campus to taunt us? Second off, he was vey scantily clad; if I walked around on campus in a loin cloth, would I get the boot? I think yes. And third (the creepiest of them all) the statue looks just like my dad if you slapped on a loin cloth and gave him a peace pipe. Now whenever I walk past the statue, the first thing that comes to mind is, “DAD! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!” I somewhat have a desire to sneak onto campus and cloth him in the dead of night. Take that BYU! Anyway, the even scarier thing is that I was looking at pictures of my dad when he was my age and I look exactly like him. So I might as well be on campus in nothing but a loin cloth, for all to see.

It is very queer to me that I look just like my dad. I didn’t realize this until of late but the resemblance is uncanny. So my sister looks just like my mother’s side of the family. My brother looks just like my father’s dad, and I look just like my dad (who looks just like his mother). I wonder if this is why we are all so different. If people are just coming across my blog, I don’t really get along with my older siblings. My brother and sister are twins, so they get along really well. I just don’t fit in with them. It isn’t that we were ever physically abusive to each other (well sometimes) but really we just choose not to deal with one another. Instead of a physical war, we wage a mental one, which has made me the way I am.

On the topic of who I am: I am a blue-red personality. I want to take control, but I feel bad about stepping on people’s toes. I am emotional, but in control, so I usually end up hurting people’s feelings because I don’t want to do anything but flirt. I find it fun. I could flirt with somebody all day long and never feel a bit taken back by it. My whole family is this way, and it is inherited trait. I love having power but feel bad about having it. I think that the biggest way to describe who I am is to say that I am young. It is true. I am very young and being so, I am immature and stubborn. Everything is a game, and every game I must win.

It is just who I am, and sometimes it is just frustrating to think that people just don’t understand these facts. I make it well known that this is who I am but everyone seems to think they have to find a deeper layer to me which I don’t have. I am a homogeneous solution. Nothing else, so stop digging because all it is is a waste of time