"Okay," I said. "I can take a joke." I began to shuffle down the opposite direction of the atrium corridor and I began to focus on a new plot, but I needed a new persona first, then the intangible and it's obscurities would be a natural consequence.
In an effort to prove the power of the meaning of words, I will launch my latest metaphysical awareness campaign: Speaking in one-word sentences. And as I waited for my mom to pick me up from school I was reading an essay written by a Hawaiian clown who used to teach French Revolutionary Architecture but decided to write in order to teach and he wrote well for a clown I suppose - as I waited the notion struck me between the lines that this constant quest to transcend the shallow traditional surface of society and judgment, I was not operating inside the function of my mission to master world domination.
The second time I was administered mouth-to-mouth resuscitation was he second time it wasn't necessary, and was the event that spurred me to embark immediately to see a specialist.
I always thought of myself as the dangerous type - mentally, obviously.
Hmmm. Life is inconsistent. I picked myself up and put myself down. I was as much a part of the problem as I was the solution as I was to the apathy.
What you expect of someone
something or
someplace
is what you'll get.
Yeah, WHAT ever. Thanks for explaining THAT one to me, you self-actualized f**king genious, you. ARE YOU LISTENING TO YOURSELF? ....I wish I needed to regurgitate all the selfish-help book epiphanies that I read by a pragmatic spiritually elevated "writer" connect my (thus yours and the -universe-) dots.
When conversations turn into mud and I am being sabotaged by the tactless talkers, I used to terrorize them. Now I am older and I have a fifty-fifty chance that I am going to care anyway; I just sigh and quietly say, "Based on the information you have provided, explain what specific impact you have just made on my life."
"What are you implying?" is also a fabulous conversation-stopper. My brother and I began to compile a list. Then friends added to it. Someday I will publish it under the self-absorbed section at Barnes and Noble. Soon I will care enough to get angry again.
"That's an interesting perspective," my friend C.A. would say when she was confronted by the psychologically stunted.
Self-fulfilling prophecy is determining the meantime what will concern very largely your past and present meantimes.
So my NEXT entry will be My Thoughts on "Nothingness."
So... how are you going to be noticed when you're not here?
