What did I say?
I have this wierd habit. I know that some of my
close friends have this habit too. And I’m almost positive that no
one else does. That habit is *ahem* Not making any sense.
Let me talk about my car rides first. I consider myself a
very good driver. I’m considerate, patient and follow all the rules
of the road. Inside my car, however, I’m a nutcase. If I’m by
myself, which I am most days, I spend a good amount of time making
up words to the song on the radio. Not just english words. No. That
would be too easy. I make us gibberish. “How am I supposed to live
without you?” Turns in to, “Hower bee bee poo jay lang
palooga?”.
Some days, I just pick a syllable and
say it over and over again until I get home. Other days, I have
conversations with myself in a made up language. Sometimes I laugh
at nothing. Once I wanted to see if I could make myself cry. And I
did.
I make such a ruckus in my own personal
space that I sometimes question if I’m even fit to drive. But it’s
these brief fits of spontinaity that keep me sane.
Our lives are so blanketed with routine and so doused in
cliche and anything I can do to break that humdrum and do something
original is a relief for me. Even things like talking and writing
make me feel like I’m treading on already treaded ground. These are
things that everybody does every day. This same sentence is
probably being typed somewhere else in the world. For a
civilization that’s been around for as long as we’ve been around,
how original can our words and thoughts really be?
So to ensure that I don’t become just one in a very long
line of same thinkers and speakers. I say to you: Blumtorgit, jam
jam! The wilder is lomping the grabe!
