Creep: (n) an obnoxious deviant
I have been called many things. Fortunately for my soul and psyche, most of them have been positive or relatively neutral.
Yet I certainly have had my share of profane labels attached to my doings.
But nothing—I repeat, absolutely nothing—came close to the day that beautiful Merrilee called me a creep.
It was many, many years ago, but I can still relive the moment, taste the adrenalin in my mouth, and feel my face flush with humiliation.
I was in one of those moods—trying to be clever with everything I said. Although dear Merrilee was extremely attractive, she did have some sort of cardiovascular situation—or maybe it was just a skin disorder—which caused her face and arms to turn red, leaving patches of white skin beneath.
On this particular day, apparently my candid and joking spirit had made her nervous, and she sprouted the symptoms, in ruby red. At that point, feeling I was on a role and drunk on my own wit, I said:
“Dear Merrilee, you look like a thermometer.”
Of course, it wasn’t terribly funny, but because she was a little strained and nervous, she burst into tears.
This caused everyone in the room to gyrate to her cause and move to her side, comforting her. If we’d been on a ship, it would have tipped in my disfavor.
Defensive, I began to explain that I was “just kidding,” and it was the first thing that came to my mind.
Amazingly, this did absolutely no good and just increased the welling of the tears.
One of the girls who was holding Merrilee very close spat at me, “You are such a creep!”
Before I could stop myself, I responded, “I’m not a creep! You’re a creep!”
Well, since I was the one who made little Merrilee cry, it was pretty obvious to everyone that I had won the “creep award.” At that point I finally got the sense to quickly apologize and leave.
I cried like a baby on the way home.
I felt so stupid.
But I have to tell you this—the chance that you will one day be a creep is pretty high. Whether you are an actual creep depends on whether you stay defiant—or if it sinks in, even many years later, what a creep you really were.