While just sitting and sitting and sitting in my golden retirement nightmare. It occurred to me. What if back when I was seeing a shrink. Actually two. Long story. What if one of them fell asleep on me. This while I'm spilling my guts about the boring stupid horrors of my life.
What's the etiquette for that?
This sounds like a problem Thurber would have made a cartoon for in a 1928 New Yorker.
And another thing.
What if I really was abducted with my aunt Syble by them saucer guys from her back yard in 1956.
It sure seemed real at the time. ‘VVI’ our station manager gave me a few sick days when I thought I was having crazed flash backs. I worked for the only radio station on earth that would give a person UFO flash back sick leave. ...this happened! Like Baron Munchausen said: "This is precisely the sort of thing nobody ever believes. "
Then there's all that Angel, and Demon stuff that went on when I was going to Catholic school.
That noise looked pretty 3-D at the time. I ever tell you the story of the statue of Saint Teresa in our church waking up and telling some of the kids to: "...Pray".
That was my first X File. The Church hates it when that happens.
Personal 'revelations' blows their whole game. It was a big bleeping deal. Even da Bishop in full dress uniform showed up and ordered the whole school Nuns everybody never to talk. Which is why you never heard of it. They were freaked.
It's something when you're a kid, and you see adults lose their shit. Them guys don't like mysteries they didn't make up themselves. This added to the deal breakers that led me to be a Queer anarchist peacenik hippie.
This is the thing about being so much closer to 100 than 20.
You have tons of stuff in your head like the above, and now loads of time to think about it.
I should do a video puppet show of my life. ...we all should. My film reviewer friend the late Paul Wunder always said... "Everyone has at least one good script in them.”
Yeah, pretty much. You folks take care of each other.
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