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i swear i’m not crazy…

October 16th, 2010 Written by | Comments Off on i swear i’m not crazy…

-They’re asking you a question

-Oh, right… Uhm, do you remember what they asked?

-You’re hopeless.

-I know… So are you going to tell me?

-They want you to reveal something about yourself.

-Like what?

-How am I supposed to know, make something up.

-You know you’re a lot of help.

-I try.

“Hello. My name is Matt Scott. “

That was very revealing.

-Shut up, I’m trying.

-Not succeeding…

“I grew up in a small town, the kind of town where everybody knew your secrets, and gossip was the major form of entertainment.”

That’s getting there. Talk about yourself though not the town. You’ll put them to sleep

-You know you’re awfully critical for someone that isn’t helping.

-….

“Seeing how everybody knew everybody, the entire town had opinions on each and every resident, myself included. Somehow everybody starting thinking that I am destined for great things, and started dreaming things for me that I myself never dared of dreaming for myself. If you ask the people from my village (because we don’t have enough people to actually be classified as a town) they would tell you that I have the ability to cure cancer, end world hunger, and establish world peace if only I had the mind for it. You can imagine the affect this has had on me. Most people have just the expectations of their parents and close family members or friends resting on their shoulders, I have an entire village. Like Atlas, I fear I will buckle under the enormous weight, letting a village’s worth of expectancy crumble. To disappoint those who lost their own dreams, and found them again in me was to accept the fact that dreams can never come true, and that isn’t a possibility.”

-Wow, that’s more like it.

-Thanks

“There’s more to me than just expectations though. I mean, in the end I’m just another stupid human.”

Well at least you got one thing right.

-No one is asking you.

“But the end doesn’t matter. It’s what you do with the time you have that counts, and I plan on making every second count. I may have started off as a one man wolf pack, but I plan on ending as part of something bigger.”

-Did you really just make a “Hangover” reference?

-Yes, yes I did.

-Nice.

“The thing that I believe makes me different from most people is the manner in which I think.”

-If people knew how you thought they’d think you’re crazy.

-Well thank God they can’t hear this conversation

“I’ve found that the great majority of people think along the same lines. That is, they see a problem, and they look for the obvious answer. I’m not saying that there’s anything wrong with this, in fact I sometimes feel as if it’s the better way to think. I have the phenomenal ability to overcomplicate everything. But occasionally this helps me arrive at a better solution in the end, even though it’s a very unclear route how I arrived there.”

-You’re losing them again, stop bragging.

-I’m not bragging, it’s an observation.

“What is most important to me though are my values. If I didn’t have those I’d be nobody. It these little things that make up who and what I am. They are the pieces that make up the puzzle of Matt Scott. I won’t go into details, because we’ll be here all day. But here are a few, take from them what you want: You can’t let other people tell you who to be, live for yourself so that in the end the only person responsible for your mistakes is you. Don’t let people get you down, if you let the bad make an impact, you won’t notice the good. And have fun, you only live once, so don’t let embarrassment or fear stand in the way of what you want to do.”

-Do you think that’s revealing enough for them?

-I think that’ll do. Bravo.

Tags: Better Than Shakespeare With Our Monologues

The difference between insanity and genius is measured only in success.

September 19th, 2010 Written by | 3 Comments

to borrow an idea from Dimitri Martin, i am matt scott, person. i am like everybody else, as long as they have two eyes, a nose, and an irrational fear of cherubs. something about them just creeps me out. i am an unwritten story, blank pages waiting to be filled by adventure and tales of heroism. Kurt Vonnegut once said: “Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter can be said to remedy anything”. i agree with his statement, and i never want to grow up. i like to think that i am a person who never ceases to see the wonder in the world. that no matter how bitter and ugly everything gets, there’s beauty everywhere, and in everything. i also love to make people laugh, especially if they’re having a bad day. seeing someone’s frown turn into a smile really makes me think everything is worth it. i believe that laughter is the universal cure. i’ve also heard people claim that life is too short, and i can not disagree more. i think that people take life for granted, and that if they had less time here that they would make every second count. i try not to be serious about anything that counts, and although it sometimes gets hard for those close to me, it seems to make everything more manageable. in short i’m just another stupid human.

i have a multitude of concerns, each more ridiculous than the last. but lets stick with the top three i have concerning my freshman year.           #1: i know this might seem childish, but i’m afraid no one will like me for who i am. i grew up in a very small town where everybody knew everybody. i knew everyone in my school by name, and we all accepted each other. here, i see how big the world really is and how many people are in it. what if no one accepts me for me?             #2: my second biggest concern is that i’ll disappoint everybody. everyone seems to believe in me. my parents, my old teachers, even my aunts and uncles. all of them seem to have these huge expectations of me. what if i can’t fill those shoes?             #3: my third biggest concern is kind of a cliche. what if cherubs are real?

this one’s a good one. what makes baruch different from my high school. well for one, my high school had 400 people in it, including teachers. according to what i’ve heard there are lectures with more people than that. secondly this work is actually challenging. in high school i could’ve done the work in my sleep, now i actually have to use my brain in class. another huge difference is the commute. every day in high school i got on a bus and it took me to the next town over to school. now i have to wake up every morning and get in a metal tube for an hour or so, then walk a few blocks to class. every day is a new adventure.

i think my first year of college has already changed me. i already feel more mature and more like an adult. i feel like my first year of college will give me a glimpse of who i can be in the future, and what i’m really all about. in short, college is a time machine.

bak skyene er himmelen altid blå. (behind the clouds the sky is always blue)

Tags: Oh Hey There, College