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 A Quest for Insanity

by Christela

        So what did you expect? A serious case of heart-rendering psychobabble with a touch of sarcasm from yours truly? Ha! I knew you'd ask for it! In this age of Jenny Jones and Springer spats, my bitchin' tendencies may seem a little medieval in comparison.  For those of you who know me (the real me  whoever that is), I could just imagine you shaking your sorry little heads muttering to yourselves, "Sheesh, she's finally lost whatever sense she had to start with." Well, DAMN YOU too! Bleh! Like I could care less about what you think. FYI, I stopped doing that eons ago so  why should I start now? And why the hell are you still reading this anyway? Haven't you got like a root canal to go through? To all the people out there who are as lost as I am (technically crazy due to an unhappy childhood, that's what those frustrated Freud-wannabes out there might describe us, though personally I prefer the term complicated and I had the time of my life when I was a kid -- thank you very much!) here are a few steps to take towards the complex world of insanity. Care to join me? Deal with the simple-minded,  semi-moronic ring-dings who are to blame for racism, bigotry and plain stupidity with vicious ease and maybe they'd start taking hints from you, repent and preach the good news. Ready to dive into my complex universe?

        a.  Share what you have. Greed is such a no-no and so out of style. What little stuff you have, take brains as an example, "give it away!" Listen to Anthony Kiedis   singing it gazillion times and you'd get it. Got a thing for Footlocker? Go un-Imelda-like and leave your shoes out on the street. Don't worry about the snow-
earthworms-rain-brokenglassfromthosedrunkardslastnight-pebbles, your blisters will feel like hickies when you realize the magnitude of your action. Got the rage            for your folks or the runs from that burrito? Be generous and sprinkle it all for the universe to bask in. Believe me, that's exactly why I'm writing this in the first place, I'm purging my system of all this shit. 

      b.  Open your eyes. Go use your five senses! Try it and  you'll probably call me after a week to thank me for the results (the number is toll-free so splurge         1-877-893-4008 ext.8609). What I'm saying is never and never (forget Peter Pan) chicken out from exploring new things. Of course, if this primo product you're willing to play guinea pig for turns out to be any form of   illegal drug, good luck to you. Personally, I won't allow myself to be put to a test like that (not that I'd cave in) coz it's MY body, dammit! And I'm not gonna let anyone violate me that way. But it's your choice, it's your life, it's your call. Which brings me to the last on . Don't ever give a * place the special profanity of your choice here * about what other people say. Most of the time anyway. Though on a few occasions, you have to. That's what makes us complicated. And I do know that those prejudiced horses better take the blinders off, ones that make them believe the crap they hear in their heads and stop them from listening to other people's hearts. But on the same breath, I must say that for those people on the other extreme side, it all can't be what others say either. Conformists, that's what they are, have got to be the saddest excuses for modern people around this time. Jeez, to think they dare brand themselves Homo Sapien Sapiens along with the rest of us! The new millenium be doomed with the likes of them!

 

            Now for my so-called intense conclusion, I unveil my potential oxymoronic side. (And hell no, you don't need tissues for this) Look, we don't have all the answers. I don't. We can't pretend it's all good `coz it's not. That's why we need to share our dreams and fears as we're swallowing the jagged pill of pride. We must muster up enough balls to try out the best possibilities the world can provide us. And much as I'm a notorious cynic, I'm a romantic idealist as well. (Sarcasm? Maybe, but have faith.) Thing is, we all have our weep-stories so do yourselves a favor and give it a happy ending, will you? Do it for the love of your own complex universe. 

 

p.s. Proceed back to your planet with extreme caution!!

 

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