Our Eyes Are Fixed On: Paul Scott
Recently identified as a “serious person of interest” by airport authorities in Romania, Paul Scott is not only a frequent traveler, he’s a regular on the Oral Fixation stage. Next month, he’ll recall a vacation nightmare that left us a little queasy.
Addicted to life, love, laughter, and yoga, Paul Scott is a Southern California transplant who is raising two Texans with his high-school sweetheart. Equally addicted to crossing the equator and the Greenwich Time Meridian, he recently got his passport stamped in country number 52.
What would you name the autobiography of your life? Organizing the Whirlwind.
How did you hear about Oral Fixation? All somebody had to mention was “a stage, a spotlight, and a lone microphone,” and I was hooked.
What inspired you to participate in Oral Fixation? The opportunity to step outside an experience long enough to realize no one would have thought it possible unless I told them about it.
If you could meet anyone, living or dead, who would it be and why? My paternal grandmother, for truly defining resilience.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
What is the most embarrassing mistake you’ve ever made? Accidentally going No. 1 in the kindergarten sandbox.
What is your favorite smell? Anything freshly clean.
Who is your favorite cartoon character and why? I always come back to Dumbo. That pint-size pachyderm is good people.
What do you miss most about being a kid? Bodysurfing in the Pacific Ocean in the late afternoon.
What is the best book you’ve read in the last decade and why would you recommend it? List Yourself, by Ilene Segalove. Within the book’s pages, you are asked to define yourself in so many different ways, that upon finishing it, you learn so much about yourself from yourself.
Sneak peek: “Call me old-fashioned, but when I hear people in the next room bumpin’ ugly, I want to at least learn some new phrases, mimic some new accents, or learn some of the Fifty Shades of Grey vernacular that got half of the clitorate world hot under the collar. But there are only so many times you can listen to, ‘Oh, oh, ouch, ouch,’ before you pound on the walls and scream, ‘For the love of San Miguel de Guadalupe, come already!’ ”