In seminar, we were given the task to describe another student in the room. It can be difficult making friends. First impressions are everything, and unfortunately I’m not very good at them. I don’t know many of the people in the class as I spend my ti
me hiding in the corner. I was worried that I would come across as creepy, even psychopathic, as I chose to describe a man I had never spoken to before. He read it, and his response surprised me!
When sitting in a room of writers, it’s easy to get lost trying to guess what kinds of writers they are. On the front row, was a man who was the type to enjoy fantasy, myth, all things magic and strange. Although, he wasn’t a challenge to guess because I knew him and had heard his writing before. I wanted to push my analytical eyes away from familiarities and look only to people I didn’t know. The guy directly in front of me was a good start, as we had never spoken. Hmm let’s see…
- It must be the long, vintage style coat and bag, but he reminds me of the film Swing Kids. Quite rebellious, I’d say.
- From a similar era, his fashion reminds me of the Dead Poets Society. It must be the glasses. Or the coat again?
- After looking closer, I noticed that he has tattoos. Under his clothes, he could be covered in them! This indeed sparked more curiosity about his character.
- His hair was dark and had a wild fringe that flicked when he tossed his head. I thought of Cry Baby, the rockabilly Johnny Depp movie. I started to wonder why I was thinking of films instead of working.
- Ah! An accent. French, perhaps? I am terrible with accents, but I tried.
Given the evidence collected, I conclude that he must be a romantic poet. Romantic, because he is French. As he is clearly a French swing kid rockabilly poet, it is the only conclusion that can possibly be made. The tattoos, however, suggests a concealed adoration for heavy metal. But this doesn’t distract him from his French swing kid rockabilly poet culture. I began to wonder.
What do people think when they first see me?
Though you may be terrible at accents, mon amie, you have a sharp eye and a flattering pen. This Johnny Depp comparison has boomed recently, perhaps it is the glasses, uber-fringe and spectacles. Perhaps the tattoos and love of rum. You are the top answer (ding-ding-ding) when it comes to me being a romantic poet. I do also enjoy Heavy Metal but Classical too. Unless I wore a tailed tuxedo every day, that’d be hard to guess.
You have a humorous whimsy to your writing, italics accentuating how I assume you’d speak (or think), and the repetition of your descriptors tack on your desire to be right, in a sweet, determined kind of way, not a sociopathic way (phew!).
PS, tenuous Johnny Depp link – ‘Given the evidence collected’ reminds me of how Hunter S Thompson writes (which is a massive compliment as the man was a sword AND shield of satire) whom Depp has played (sort of) numerous times.
How did I get it so right? It’s surprising how much appearance can say about the person inside. Although, sometimes first impressions can be entirely misleading. For all I knew, he could have been a Colombian drug lord plotting a revenge kill on the lecturer for theft. Thank God he wasn’t…