inside your silly little mind
every day, i discover a new kind of crazy.
a few days ago, there was a man ahead of me in line who, aside from his constant muscle spasms that jerked his head to the left, seemed unusually normal until he began talking to himself, and in a semi-violent tone of voice.
a woman at the busstop carried on an entire conversation regarding the advantages of nylon-covered bicycle seats with little input on my part.
but there seem to be so much crazy in the world that goes unnoticed on a daily basis.
most days, i wonder how much longer i can get away with interacting with "normal" people before somebody realizes how unfit for society i actually am. sometimes the only reason i can think of explaining my unusually long run amungst the successful members is my skill at masking the aspects of myself that would come across a little "off" in a normalcy lineup.
how long until they notice? only as long as it takes them to catch the slipups. the little ones fly under the radar.
i wash my hands between individual egg crackings.
some they chalk up to my father. some to my obsessive nature for organization and a germ-free environment.
do they think it is ordinary to put the quest for decent academic records on hold for the need of a color-coordinated closet?
sometimes i catch myself committing much greater slipups, in a place with a much greater chance of social catastrophy.
everybody carries on conversations in their head. but my characters often voice their opinions and facial expressions outloud, without my realizing it.
do others do this?
i can spend hours in bed, in that post-dream state, making up new dreams and living them out, without actually dreaming.
do they think i can actually sleep for 12 hours?
i am lost in my own world. sometimes it's beautiful. sometimes it's cold. sometimes it's so unrealistic and fantastic, it might take me hours to actually open my eyes and take in the time.
and when i finally spread my eyelids and wipe away the crusty sleep, i immediately regret my choice to do so. how great a life would be if all of time could be spent creating a place of my own.
a few days ago, there was a man ahead of me in line who, aside from his constant muscle spasms that jerked his head to the left, seemed unusually normal until he began talking to himself, and in a semi-violent tone of voice.
a woman at the busstop carried on an entire conversation regarding the advantages of nylon-covered bicycle seats with little input on my part.
but there seem to be so much crazy in the world that goes unnoticed on a daily basis.
most days, i wonder how much longer i can get away with interacting with "normal" people before somebody realizes how unfit for society i actually am. sometimes the only reason i can think of explaining my unusually long run amungst the successful members is my skill at masking the aspects of myself that would come across a little "off" in a normalcy lineup.
how long until they notice? only as long as it takes them to catch the slipups. the little ones fly under the radar.
i wash my hands between individual egg crackings.
some they chalk up to my father. some to my obsessive nature for organization and a germ-free environment.
do they think it is ordinary to put the quest for decent academic records on hold for the need of a color-coordinated closet?
sometimes i catch myself committing much greater slipups, in a place with a much greater chance of social catastrophy.
everybody carries on conversations in their head. but my characters often voice their opinions and facial expressions outloud, without my realizing it.
do others do this?
i can spend hours in bed, in that post-dream state, making up new dreams and living them out, without actually dreaming.
do they think i can actually sleep for 12 hours?
i am lost in my own world. sometimes it's beautiful. sometimes it's cold. sometimes it's so unrealistic and fantastic, it might take me hours to actually open my eyes and take in the time.
and when i finally spread my eyelids and wipe away the crusty sleep, i immediately regret my choice to do so. how great a life would be if all of time could be spent creating a place of my own.
posted by The Smart Pineapple at 23:15
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