Josh Pointing at Other People

Josh; A Brief Introduction.

Josh is a young man who spends a good deal of his time posting pictures of himself on the internet in which he is pointing at things. What things? Any thing. You will find him pointing at animals, people, objects, and minerals. Abstract things like the color yellow and the shame of a toddler. He will point at foreign dignitaries and disobedient landscape. He was once seen pointing at a mirror for forty-seven hours until he collapsed from dehydration, though he swore he was "out-pointed."

Medical science has yet to corroborate any such affliction has, or ever could, exist.

A casual pointer is an innocuous, almost forgivable offender, but I put it to you, dear reader, that this man has made pointing-at his life's work, and I mean to prove it. Here, we will explore the variety of methods he has developed for a standard "photo-with-some-joker point."

I honestly don't know if this guy is famous. Josh likes some pretty "Denny's" celebrities.

This is Josh's go-to point. I call it the "horn." Notice the upward angle, presumably to keep the hand out of the faces of the photo's subject, but I also believe there is a psychological influence here. In keeping the point low, Josh has established a kind of primitive, almost amoebic dominance over his companion, but has kept the offending gesture out of eyeline from his pointee, preventing any offense.

And believe me, there would be offense.

RRRRRR HRRR HRR HRRRRRRR!

Again, the "horn" is displayed, however with a buffeting bearded gentleman, Josh is able to cast off some of the chickenshit façade and really grimace the hell out of that dude he's pointing at. It's as if he's not even concerned about the picture anymore, too caught up in the grand moment of really pointing somebody into the goddamned ground, right?! Am I right?!



Even the unconscious are not beyond the shame of a merciless and savage pointing.

I see this picture, and I hear the X-Men cartoon theme in my head. Josh is the Wolverine of index fingers.

Josh is attempting a rather difficult maneuver, which can really only be properly appreciated, and thus properly scorned, once you really stop and analyze what must be going through his mind...

"I want to point at all these people, I don't want to face them and make it obvious, and there are so many people I'll need to add something to the mix, lest my single point be diluted in its effect."

The Double-Over-The-Shoulder-Rage-Point is a difficult move in the best of times, and that's not counting the horse stance Josh has taken up in order to keep his transgression safely below line-of-sight from the rest of the group. This level of commitment to the idea of always, always, being seen pointing at someone in a photograph, is a champion spirit rarely seen outside of Olmpic-level athletes, and even then rarely beyond serial killers and the schizophrenic.

Too cute! Mustn't... point!

A behind the back side point! This lovely lady never saw it coming. Later, she was found unconscious in her home, brutally pointed at.



There's a lot going on here, so I'll attempt to be concise. Notice Josh's blue drink, his pink tongue, and his companion's decidedly blue tongue. Notice Josh's brazen, hardly-concealed point, which hints at a greater familiarity with the victim and lack of fear of reprisal. You may think the blue-tongued assailee is drawing a pistol from a shoulder holster, but no. On closer inspection he is pointing at Josh through his jacket! They are, in fact, pointing at each other. The only time a pointer-atter can ever truly be at rest, at peace is in the arms of another pointer. It's a sad, but very true, fact.

This guy...

Again, the "horn," delivered to someone completely distracted and unaware. Ruthless.

"We can't figure out what these are for."

It's dangerous to travel alone, so the pointer who finds a pack is indeed the lucky one. These two have nothing to fear from a single pointee who, defenseless against their rampaging onslaught, managed a look of confused resignation and quietly wonders who Jesus is making out with in the painting behind her.

"These ones, bro! These are the ones who told me to leave them alone! ... Totally you should come sit down!"

A merciless over-the-top triple-point. Josh went home after this happened, got out his point-journal, and wrote a three-page entry about this photograph. He put special adhesive corner-holders on a fourth page for when he finally got a printed copy of the picture, and the ink of those entries is smeared with dotted tears. Up until then, it was his best point. It might have been the first time he truly understood what he believed pointing could accomplish.

But it wouldn't be the last...