Something Relative
Start writing a post
Student Life

Something Relative

2: Under Other Influences

Something Relative
M.C. Escher

rel∙a∙tive (adjective) – depending on or in proportion to something else

Tim was from Lynchburg, Virginia. He was what polite people called “heavy set.” His body was composed of different sized ellipses. Tim’s steps always seemed to be accompanied by a controlled sway; the movement of a man who has adapted to carrying extra weight. Ironically, his voice was small; almost like his words were coming out to the smaller end of a funnel. Tim talked in bursts, often answering questions with either “Cuz”, “Man” or “Dog” escorted by a chuckle.

"Tim…Aren’t you supposed to be in class?"

"Dog?…Did you not see the snow?"

"It snowed for like two minutes."

"Man?…it’s steel snow."

While Tim’s voice contained the metallic “I” associated with southern dialect, it was usually gossamer.

"What’s goin on, Tim?"

"Nuttin. I’m bout to go buy a laptop."

"What’s wrong with your desktop."

"Man? ...Nothin. Why?"

"Cause you said you’re goin to buy a laptop."

"I know. Dog…That way I can IM people on one, and listen to my music on the other one."

His palms faced the ceiling. His head moved half a nod backward. His eyebrows huddled together as he stated these words. His body language asked its own questions. Each time Tim started his response with “dog” or “man”, the octave changed his answer into yet another question. Tim was a curious guy, but he always left me holding more of my own questions than his answers.

“There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed” ~ Napoleon Bonaparte

Maybe your brakes went out, and you gasped at the lack of resistance from the pedal on your left. Maybe you were texting your best friend, dialing your boss, or changing the song on your iPod; despite the dexterity of your fingers, those tiny buttons were just too elusive. Maybe lunch in the car wasn’t the best way to save time between yoga and business meetings. Maybe you were more than “just buzzed” as you murmured goodbyes with lowered eyes and keys jangling like a knell to your slowed perception of the world. Maybe the weather became inclement at the bottom of a “I’m not asleep” nod; or a sneeze typhooned you into oncoming traffic. Maybe you just weren’t careful enough. Maybe you were just supposed to have an accident. Maybe it wasn’t an accident.

rel∙a∙tive (adjective) – connected with or referring to something

Coincidentally, Tim lived in the same university hall as me; on the same floor. My dorm room was linked to its mirror image by a pocket-sized bathroom that rarely showed the true signs of male occupancy; the sink and shower and toilet sported their original colors instead of the dreaded crust of yellow associated with boys and their inability to aim. Tim would pass from my neighbor’s room into mine, sliding through the door sideways before emerging with a full grin. We would exchange choppy sentences about one of the few things that mattered to the college undergrad.

"What up DeJuan, man?"

"Nada. What’s happenin?"

"Nothin. Did you play yo game?"

"Not yet. Everybody’s waitin on Marcus."

"Dog?...Where is he?"

John Madden Football was the cornerstone of our college experience; our being most males. Tim, a few other guys, and I played full seasons, drafted new players, threw our hats, and swore that next season would be different. Tim lived for off-season action; he traded players, renewed contracts, and signed free agents. No matter the situation, he ultimately harassed us until we agreed to play our games in a timely fashion.

"DeJuan… Man… What are you doing?"

"Nothin." My muffled voice snuck out from between my face and my pillow.

"Did you play yo game?"

Something resembling the word “no” drifted to Tim’s ears as if it were supposed to be haunting him.

"Man?...What’s the hold-up?


You don’t look so good, man."
Report this Content
This article has not been reviewed by Odyssey HQ and solely reflects the ideas and opinions of the creator.

That Feeling of Opening Day

What it means and What Happened

That Feeling of Opening Day

Baseball's Opening Day has inspired countless writers, fans, and players throughout the years. Some notable quotes we remember about this special day are:

Keep Reading... Show less

To The 'Best Friend' I Decided I Couldn't Be Friends With Anymore

Most of all, thank you for being the person who finally pushed me to choose myself.

The CW / YouTube

Dear Old Friend,

Keep Reading... Show less

7 Tips For Traveling

Don't miss any of these ideas to make your trip complete!

7 Tips For Traveling

Whether it's a day trip, an out-of-state journey, or an experience leaving the country, here are some tried and true traveling tips.

Before any trip, we all think about what to pack and what to bring. We may have a strict itinerary, or we may have looser guidelines for what to do when. But we should also consider the following - make them goals:

Keep Reading... Show less

Writer of the Month: Hunter Johnstone

As an aspiring author, Hunter knew writing for Odyssey would be a great fit for her.

Writer of the Month: Hunter Johnstone

Response writers are what make the world go round at Odyssey! Using our response button feature, they carry on our mission of sparking positive, productive conversations in a polarized world.

Keep Reading... Show less
Allison Fishman

1. Why is Wilson Hall so complicated to navigate? Even as a senior, I still get lost in Wilson. As a freshman, I was warned about the unnecessary complexity of the building, was laughed at by upperclassman for my confused looks on the first day of school and walked and rewalked the whole hall before finding my classroom. #annoying.

Keep Reading... Show less

Subscribe to Our Newsletter

Facebook Comments