August 22, 2011
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We’re all mad here
Life is a very complicated thing, because we just came from a certain place, and then we combine that with the things we see around us now, and that happens millions of times, and it eventually adds up into a very peculiar feeling that requires all those experiences to understand. Themes emerge and then merge together out of what happened to us at the start. But it is all too hard to explain, so we don’t try. And the person across from us at the party doesn’t try to explain either. So we talk about other things, and eventually forget the questions we first asked, and our past experiences dim in our minds and get buried far below. And so in talking to each other we unbecome ourselves and are eventually no one, and they unbecome themselves, and we end up talking to no one. But we still yearn to go to parties, to surround ourselves with many other people, and so we go, arriving at houses of ghosts, joining together to further disappear.
Sometimes I walk by porches where groups of friends are sitting, and sometimes I sit on porches with friends as strangers walk by. I have lived from both within and without.
And what would you do without a drink in your hand? Would you feel naked? And do you not find that to be a problem?
When you talk you allow the possibility of others contradicting you. And what had seemed certain to us we find is extremely dubious to others, and so we change our beliefs, we become less confident, we are held in check. We might have a subtle belief that it being Sunday makes it improbable that it will rain. But once we say such a thing, everyone laughs at us. And then we realize we’re an idiot. But then we must wonder, what about introverts? They don’t talk as much, so they never tell people about their crazy thoughts, which we all have. So what about them? Do introverts quietly carry with them vast storehouses of weird beliefs? Or maybe they are just smarter than us in the first place and have no crazy thoughts?
Poor introverts. Living in a world of us foolish extroverts. I bet that’s how it is.
Or maybe that’s just another crazy thought.
