As I have previously mentioned in this blog, it’s not me, it’s you. Just by reminding you that I’m a New Yorker, that should be enough to tell you that I’m opinionated and, occasionally, loud. I’m not here to make trouble, but it seems to find me anyway. You don’t invite me to the party if you think I’m just going to sit quietly and not say what’s on my mind. If there’s a boat to rock, I’m your man.
I say I’m a New Yorker, as though that’s a built-in excuse for my attitude. I guess it is. In Florida, it seems to be an acceptable excuse for nearly every crime against humanity to shrug one’s shoulders and simply say, “Florida”, as though being in that state gives one license to be a jerk…or worse. But enough about you…let’s get back to me.
Am I troublemaker? I honestly don’t believe that I am (the line to disagree with this statement forms on the left). I know right from wrong, and I know right from left. I don’t suffer fools particularly well, and Lord knows I’ve had enough opportunities to practice.
Charlan Nemeth recently published a book (I’ll have to purchase it in order to see if I’m mentioned in the dedication) entitled “In Defense of Troublemakers“. She finds that all it takes is one person…okay, maybe it’s me…can be the catalyst for constructive change.
As is highlighted in her book, in the classic film “12 Angry Men” (the 1957 version…accept no imitation), Juror 8 (as portrayed by Henry Fonda) is the lone dissenter on a very hot, tired, sweaty, and yes…angry jury. A man’s life is on the line, as will be determined by this jury’s findings. If you’ve never seen the film (SHAME ON YOU!), I won’t give it away, beyond saying that this one juror rocked the boat. Take a break, Juror 8 (how many people got that reference, anyway?).
Be the one. Be the change. Rock that boat.
I’d like to know where you got the notion.