#FlashbackFriday · 18 March 2017
I am sure I am going to regret posting this, but I am going to do it anyway.
I wrote about people picking on me several years ago (see Charlie Brown). I was not complaining or anything. I was just noticing how it seems natural that people like to throw barbs at me. Nothing serious or anything. Just good fun. At least it is since I probably invite it and I do not mind the attention.
Recently, one of my co-workers decided to revisit that Charlie Brown post and put up a picture of me in the staff lounge with a cute little caption next to it. The picture is one that had already been hanging around our school. My high school graduation picture superimposed on a Jigglypuff body. Mind you, my picture is not the only one hanging around the school. Pictures of many of the staff are Photoshopped onto Pokémon and plastered around the school on the walls. I am not sure who had the idea, but it is fun seeing these altered pictures of people I work with around the school.
Of course, the first time I saw mine, I wondered how my graduation picture ended up on a Pokémon in the first place. Then, I remembered a request from the yearbook teacher a few years ago for graduation pictures. I never figured the picture would end up on a Jigglypuff. It seems appropriate though. When I talk or write or sing, people do seem to fall asleep. I just wish that I had a marker with me all the time like Jigglypuff. Then, I could draw mustaches and other graffiti on people’s faces when they fall asleep listening to my melodic voice.
Be that as it may, I was still surprised to see my Jigglypuff picture on the whiteboard in the staff lounge with the caption “Miy Froshi.”
Yes, the caption is appropriate. I had that curly hairstyle for a time when I was in high school. It was in style for boys and girls to have big hair. The Farrah Fawcett look for the girls and the David Hasselhoff, David Cassidy, Van Halen look for the boys. Or in my case, the Michael Jackson, Gary Coleman, Tom Hanks, Howie Mandel (when he had hair) hair. Thus the “Miy Froshi” caption for my curly doo.
I had to laugh when I first saw it. But I also wondered who the culprit was. I figured it was my friend and faithful reader, Marc, but he denied any knowledge or culpability, and I believed him. After all, he has lots of tells when he lies. I asked around and finally figured out who it was. It was a fellow 1982 graduate who, as it turns out, had big Farrah hair.
I should not have been shocked. Not to mention any names, but the culprit, Michelle, like Cyndi Lauper, just wants to have fun. And while it is at my expense, I do not mind. I am flattered that anybody likes to poke fun at me. After all, it is my form of attention. (And it gave me a blog post.)
After seeing the photo and caption, I had to take a picture of it to show my wife. And then, I showed the world on a #FlashbackFriday. Or at least the few people who follow me on Twitter and Instagram. And now, I am sharing it with all my readers (both real and imaginary). Both of them ought to get a kick out of it.
I do not regret having big hair back in the eighties. It was a fun thing to do (even though I would not admit to having my mom give me a perm, but that is another story). Nor do I regret posting my Jigglypuff poofy hair picture on #FlashbackFriday a few weeks ago. But one day (probably tomorrow) I might look back and regret that I wrote this blog post.
© 2017 Michael T. Miyoshi
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