Student`s Joseph Bobiak

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Student’s Joseph Bobiak

Professor’s Mr. Lore

English 101-02

TheUntamable

Talkingabout him to anybody in college was no longer news because theaudience you selected for such narrations knew as much about him asthey have had personal confrontations with him many a time. If hedidn’t involve in the routine fights with his fellow peers, he wasseated under a favorite fig tree shade from where streams of smokeascended skywards, and nobody cared to ask because we all hadanswers. In any case, he was fresh from his teenage years, and suchincidences as him closing in his fingers into a fist to react to an“insult” from a colleague or walking into the wines and spiritsstore nearby to quench his thirst were inevitable. Recko, a name heonly earned after joining us in college, was my childhood friend withwhom we grew up in the village, and if there was anything I didn’trecognize in him, it was not worth knowing. I still recall severaloccasions vividly when we had to intervene and calm down the rattlesand rages that followed a slight football pitch collision involvingRecko he historically responded by instantly wrestling his fellowpeers. Not that he never insulted others, on many occasions we hadwitnessed Recko push an unaware student into the High School’sswimming pool, or painfully pinch a colleague from behind at lunchtime when people lined up for meals. Whatever he did, noticing himwas as bad as not doing so because he would be the first to reactangrily and in readiness to pick up a fight, something he seemed toenjoy most and people loathed him for that.

Whatworried me during my past years of experience with Recko was not hisinability to engage his friends in peaceful interactions but rather,the fact that at a tender age of fourteen Recko felt old enough toengage his parents in unremorseful and sharp exchanges. He was heardsaying such things as “mother, and I won’t cook,” “I don’tremember pleading with you to have me born into this world” or“I’ll accept any result, for what I care least about is passingexams let alone the fee you pay, father.” If he had the audacity totalk to his elders in that manner, then the conundrum regarding howhe could treat the people of his age group was easy to solve, so wasthe question of his likelihood to turn down an offer of a glass ofbeer or a puff of weed. The very fate that had provided me ample timeback at home to interact with Recko presented the same reward incollege, and I grasped that wholeheartedly because I knew well how tohandle my friend as much as I was well informed about his sudden moodswings and quick-acting nature.

Todaywhen I sat and reflected on him, the thoughts of his actions incollege depressed me because, for once, I started to imagine hisactions can no longer be blamed on peer pressure or egocentrism, atleast if there was no disorder associated with the assumed behaviors.A man with a great intellectual capacity has over the years shunnedfrom learning how to make rational decisions as well as how to managehis temper and perfect socialization skills. When I walked him totown on one occasion, Recko had almost lost his life had the driverfailed to bring the car to a halt instantly the poor boy haddisregarded the street lights and was well in the center of the roadat a time meant for automobiles to pass. But that was the least ofthe worst things he ever did I haven’t forgotten about his alcoholand marijuana intake rates in college! He did that routinely andexcessively and lost track of his studies to an extent I couldn’trecall when last he walked into a lecture theater, yet he lookedcomfortable and short of worries even with the exams fastapproaching.

Hislack of self-care was something that worried everybody around becausethe boy was losing out concerning the primary goal of attending acollege which was to acquire skills and knowledge on a particulardiscipline and apply that in the future profession. How possiblecould that be when Recko was fully engulfed in the world ofpost-teenage experimentation with drug abuse and careless decisionmaking? Even the way he dressed depicted his I-don’t-care attitude,a quality that poses a serious hindrance to human growth anddevelopment and Recko was undeniably heading in that direction. Oneday Recko engaged in an extended fight over what we later learnt tobe an intimate conflict of two men who fell for the college canteenlady both had to pay heavily as the disciplinary board decided itwas time to solve the puzzle and when the expulsion agreement wasdrawn, Recko left the compound in jubilation. And my worries came topass when I finally summarized his traits-irritable, aggressive,impulsive, unremorseful, irresponsible, deceitful, and disregardingsocial norms his behaviors revolved around these characters andworsened with alcoholism and substance use which he had embraced aspart of his lifestyle. It was time to have a clue of what my friendsuffered from, and a brief literature search led me to disorders suchas antisocial personal disorder, borderline personality disorder, andreckless behavior.

Thedefinition of reckless behavior as “the tendency of a person toindulge in risky and dangerous activities and the failure to thinkabout the consequences that accompany such actions” by Tymula et al(17135) summed it all up-Recko was reckless, and nothing short ofpsychotherapy could help change his behavior disorder! His situationwas far from peer influence or the urges that usually press teenagersto try out drugs or engage in conflicts in any case, he was pastpuberty and old enough to control emotional outbursts anddecision-making. On that regard, I convinced myself that Recko’scase was not ordinary as much as it was not his making but rather, apsychological disorder related to the recklessness that could only bereversed through a routine counseling by a mental health expert.

WorksCited

Tymula,Agnieszka, et al. &quotAdolescents’ risk-taking behavior is drivenby tolerance to ambiguity.&quot&nbspProceedingsof the National Academy of Sciences109.42(2012): 17135-17140.