Mitch Got Goofy
In one of the many halls of Tennessee Tech University on any given weekday, you may unknowingly pass a man dealing with the most malicious of afflictions- “The Goofy”. The man who carries the heavy weight of The Goofy is named Mitchell. In an attempt to spread awareness and support for him and his family as they navigate the many hurdles of supporting their goofy ahh family member, I have endeavored to create a short video detailing the horrors and trials that they must navigate. I have done this not only for the support and awareness but possibly catching the eye of any social scientists to possibly procure a method to extract the goofy from his soul or possibly gather the funding to send Mitch to a far-off country for rehabilitation, perhaps Ohio.
The Goof is no mere laughing matter. The Goofy manifests itself as an overwhelming urge to act zany, silly, nutty, wacky, cockeyed, screwy, kooky, weird and downright whimsical at inappropriate times. A peek into Mitchell’s daily life of chaos and disjointedness will reveal some alarming behaviors. Reports indicate attempts to carefully save his money, maintain his health by riding his bike, and eating balanced meals three times a day. Suffice to say, his friends and family are worried.
The point of Mitchell’s unfolding tale is a carful expedition into the consequences of existential development of the soul, personified through the idiosyncratic embodiment of The Goofy. Our subject is a complex, multifaceted man who must grapple not only with the superficiality of the implications of carrying such a striking affliction, but also the superficiality of his absurd inclinations. At the crux of this metaphysical questioning lies a most severe inquiry: What shall be the antithesis of Goofy? By examining Mitchel, we find that we are trapped in a philosophical maze not of our construction but built by the Tsar Mitchell himself.
