A little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing….as was the case with a co worker we shall call primitve dave for reaasons to be discussed at a future date
‘I’ve been thinking about what you said about identifying with things’ he seemed ready to lurch into a great philosophical diatribe….
“i’d love to hear it, but I have to warn you” I said
‘about what?’
“I’ve stopped” I said
he looked at me and started flapping his arms around “YES?”
‘examining my bellybutton’
“Have you told your therapist this?” he asked paternally
‘yes, she cried’
“Do you think this is a fugue state?”
He looked genuinly concerned I asked “are you trying to convince me that I’m mentally unstable, because I need no convincing.”
He shrugged his shoulders and walked away, I guess I took the wind out of his sails. After lunch he came back, no doubt flush with corpse lunch meat and the insult of Dunkin Donuts iced yuck
“Are you in trouble?’ he stated
“What do you mean what kind of trouble?”
‘You know, anything you may need help with…”
I thought for a moment not sure where this could lead..
‘I have an anal fissure, but I can’t ask you to help me with that, thats above and beyond.’
“Seriously” he looked exasperated
“Thank you, I’m just tired of playing this role”
“Your weird, thats not a role thats a lifestyle” he had a ‘no duh’ face on, like he was stating the obvious…he was
“you have poppy seeds in your teeth, now please floss before birds come and land on your face to feast on the meal caught between your bicuspeds”
and what were poppy seeds doing between primitive Daves teeth, usually he has pads of unconsumed flesh between his choppers…..he never did tell me about what his thoughts were about identifing through objects or images or a religion, race, sex or whatever….but seriously whats the point of examining and studying all of these philosophies when the only thiing we have is this moment now to be lived?
I’ve always liked John Candy, and one of my favorite movies by him is “Who’s Harry Crumb” lots of goofy humor, just what I like..nothing too high brow for me
5 responses so far ↓
BobM // July 24, 2008 at 11:09 pm |
I guess he learned his lesson! He must have thought he could “fix” you. I don’t think he got the point. Watch out for him…you may need to kill him if he figures you out!
dickdastardly // July 25, 2008 at 3:37 am |
I’m glad I don’t work in your office. Between the dead carcas in the wall and the walking dead, I would probaly not do well. BTW, re: dead carcas.. do you think you’re gonna end up with a rat poltergeist in your office now? That would suck!
bolognaball // July 25, 2008 at 9:44 am |
Bob, I’ve already killed him, cleaned him and put him in a pot to stew…as Faye Dunaway said in that classic Mommie Dearest…”Don’t F&*K with me fellas this aint my first time at the rodeo.”
D.Dastardly- a rat poltergeist would be cool! But who said it was a rat, I thought it was a homeless person
lucy // July 27, 2008 at 2:59 am |
i f’ing love you!!!!
can i give you a x?
bolognaball // July 29, 2008 at 9:51 am |
Lucy, your comment on your blog about going down the rabbit hole really got me to thinking…that was not the person I wanted to become either