There
are times, mostly after midnight, when i cast my mental fishing line out into
the everything, and i catch nothing but the back end of feeling infinitely
small. There is me, in the shadow of my planet in the shadow of my galaxy
in the shadow of being so small as to not yet have the capabilities to know
what lies beyond. My life span in
relation to the human existence, in relation to life on earth in relation to
the creation of the universe. . .
As you might have guessed, this is the thought process that invented
anti-anxiety medication.
But
the facts are the facts and that’s why they are scary. And I think about this more and more in
the mornings. When I begin anew. I have been thinking, “this is one of
the days of your life. Have at
it.”
This
is easier said then done.
Especially in graduate school.
But it makes me even happier to see my friends. I am appreciative of the privilege of,
as Sesame Street always encouraged me to do, knowing the people in my
neighborhood. I get to greet the people
on the street, because they’re the people that I do see each day.
Holy
shit. I just realized that I’ve
been brainwashed by Sesame Street.
The Children’s Education Workshop has control of my mind. Oh
my god . . . how do I remember that their even IS a childrens education
workshop!!! ” My reality is crumbling, I don’t
even know where my cell phone is half the time, but I remember the in’s and
out’s of the rules of Snuffleupagus ’s reality like they were the rules to
baseball. I’m tailspinning. The “yup
yup yup” of the alien squid puppets is humming outside my window. I see them bobbing just outside the
kitchen window.
OH NO THEY ARE INSIDE THE HOUSE!!!! They just friggin phased through the
wall or something. Like there were
magical creatures or teleporters.
Either way im done for.
Remember to read and reread this blog
when im gone.
Their hovering is insanely creepy. Im scared. But it all makes sense now. All that education . . . I mean . . . a DANCE major . . .
and we named the dog Grover for god’s sake. I should have seen this coming. PBS is evil ya’ll.
Raw methodical evil.
And now this. Their minions. Come
to finish me off.
Their googley eyes will haunt last my last
breaths.
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ReplyDeleteAnd some more existential dread.
ReplyDeleteFor the eyes: http://www.jensensportag.com/always.gif
For the ears: http://hypem.com/#!/item/15qa6/Land+of+Talk+-+Quarry+Hymns
For both:
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3aaw_doves-there-goes-the-fear_music