Hey guys,
Everything is fucked up and fantastic. This week I’m definitely able to say that I’ve taken a step outside of my own body, and taken a look at things from someone else’s shoes. The only thing is, the bastard who let me borrow the shoes seems to have welded them onto my insurmountably blasphemous feet. Not only are these reject loaners three sizes too small, but they are both miss-matched and left footed shoes. The result has left me waltzing around town with absolutely no sense of balance and an authentically fucked up perspective on things.
This outlook that I’m referring to is in a sense, a retrospective manner, or even simply a retrospective way of thinking. Either way, so far it’s not a complete waste of time. The ability of being able to hit your mental ‘pause’ button at will is some what of a technique; one that I have not mastered yet. Though it is definitely something I’m able to appreciate. I’m fond of the concept of taking a look at the ‘big picture’ while you’re on the threshold of draping yourself passively over some moronic shenanigans. Saves time, you see.
Not only does it sometimes bowdlerize the hell out of my routinely “Damnit, why would I do this?” segment out of my work week; but the futuristic perspective that it offers is a tantalizing portion of the idealistic plan that I’ve formulated.
Appropriately, by widening my perspective on things it does truly allow me some different sides of different stories. Loquacious as I am, sometimes it’s nice to cut the shit; and just get on with things. That is to say, the fashion of understanding at first glance is comforting.
Furthermore, looking at the stupid community in general, as a race of obtuse and doomed people; makes things nearly fathomable. Instead of striving to comprehend the boisterous kind of frivolity that confronts me on a daily basis. This method keeps my emergency-sanity-stash well in stock, and the dangers of my brain imploding inside my skull at an all-time low.
So, I’ll keep on taking my time with everything. I’m really satisfied with the how steadily the abundance of sinuous turns having been coming at me; these winding roads are innocuous and educational. I feel as though I’ve been driving down the highway of change for a very long time. I only see that now, though things have picked up, nothing’s really effectively being changed either. I was initially under the pretense that this road was going somewhere, though apparently I’ve been speeding for nothing.
So, I’m going to humor myself with some faith and improvidence, keeping my eyes wide for any turns that are to come. If perchance one of these turns happens to be an exit to an alternative way of living, I’ll probably just tilt my head sideways like dogs do; just before going on a car ride or being thrown a treat. Hopefully, not too fixated on the permutations of joy and exitement to forget to signal before I get the fuck out of here.
