There is a tower I can see from my kitchen window that looks like a cross between a Mechanix construction and something out of the movie Metropolis. I enjoy seeing it before I’ve had coffee and woken fully because it is so surreal that it starts my day slightly off kilter.
I feel better when I’m looking at the world from a little left of center. When I allow the flickers of movement at the corners of my eyes to be sprites and dimensional portals rather than blowing garbage, it makes me much happier.
My reality is so much more interesting and varied than the conventionally accepted one. I’ve managed to recognize and categorize most of my delusions, and the really good ones I don’t share. Most of my leisure time is spent in the company of B-grade Horror movie monsters and Science Fiction heroes, and most of my dreams are filled with Aliens and Fantasy scenarios. Really, when you think about it, who wouldn’t rather be trading riddles with the Sphinx than arguing with the plumber?
I don’t think I do too badly fitting in and making myself a ‘productive member of society’, even if I do listen for whispers in my walls. I seem to have a good work ethic (unfortunately better than most of my fellow employees,) and I’m responsible enough that I keep getting promoted (even when I don’t want to be). My bills get paid, I socialize and I don’t wear a tinfoil hat. No one avoids me on the street so the crazy vibe seems hidden pretty well.
What I wonder is, where are the others? I can’t be the only one around who talks to trees or sees the underpinnings of conspiracy in corporately funded wars. Or am I? Seriously, given the statistical mean, the purely numerical function of finding ‘normal’, there should be at least a few million other whackos that aren’t so far gone they’ve been collected and institutionalized.
If you happen to be one, give me the wave next time you see me on the street. I’ll buy you a coffee.
Posted at 07:52 pm by tamaraleigh