This is what happens occasionally to people like me. One
minute you’re stepping around the world observing the birds in the trees, the
politicians in parliament, the red highlights in a young woman’s hair, the
Chinese dancing girls, and trying not to look at all the atrocities going on everywhere which you can’t do anything to change, not to mention the despoliation
of your most sacred temple by a bunch of students who have no idea what inner
space is about, thereby threatening to tear your gender identity to shreds and
serve it on a plate with a side dish of burgers, heroin tabs and pretentious
philosophy…
…and the next minute you find yourself locked into a tight
space with only a mirror to look at.
Oh, how I envy normal people sometimes.
I’m trying.
2 comments:
What exactly is a Normal Person ?
Good question and impossible to answer, of course. I suppose I would have to offer that a normal person is one whose sensibilities and subsequent responses to the matter of life fall within a system of parameters generally recognised by the culture as ‘correct.’ Too often, mine don’t.
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