Now as one does from time to time, gathering some wits about yourself and the many twists and turns on the roads well traveled and also the sophmoric illusions you had when you took those road trips, I did just that a few days, weeks or maybe just hours ago, during my less than nuanced dream weaving.
I remember those days that I would listen intently to a person's speech patterns, the diction, connotations, the pronunciations on certain syllables of certain words for dramatic intent or an attempt to persuade someone to follow the bouncing ball and use them later as a form of entertainment. Along with those impressions I also did two things. One was to feel the emotions flow over my psyche, the other watching the facial contortions of the person I was alluding to, go and stare at myself in the mirror and do those things to my face and my voice that would make me feel the same way, and later in front of that person, play out the impressions hoping to realize the look in that person's eyes when they knew what I was up to. That was entertainment for me.
Second years ago with my Mom we would sit in front of the TV and watch shows, mostly mysteries and try and persuade each other with dubious intent that we had some key to the Kingdom as to who or what the thing that was being perpetrated on our humble personages before the other. Mostly it was a 50/50 draw, but probably for my own benefit, if anyone held the edge, for whatever reason, it was my Mom.
When I was going to college I spent more time on meeting people and learning about their lives than I did on my studies. I'm sure part of the reasoning for that tidbit of information was I felt my social skills later on, my ability to use their stories for my own glorification and embellishments to be allegorical in and of nature would be worth the risk, seeing how I also felt I could if I heard the humming sound of the particular class in question, I could fake it. We all have had those moments of personal delusions. Though I must admit I am after all reticent on the outcomes of those conclusions. You the reader, after all, of this short indulgence, have to be the judge of that.
There have been so many moments, captured in time, space and the equilibrium of silence and the staring out into the distance of whatever panoramic view existed then, that I could have lived out my days, without further ado about nothing, without regret, knowing that what I came here for, had been concluded. The dance of sugarplum fairies of Midsummer Night Dreams. Up Dancer, Up Prancer, Up Donner and Blitzen....and as Jackie Gleason once solicited...."...and Away We Gooooooo...!!!!!!
