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Meet the People in my Head ... December 05, 2005

(first, an explanation of the previous entry)

last...erm...episode...i said i would spend an entire month posting entries as someone else. i suppose this makes little sense to anyone but me. so. i thought i'd take a few sentences to describe some of these people i have roaming around here inside my head. the people i talk to on those long drives home i often find myself taking. the people who talk back but, until now, have only talked to me, of course. most of them are unnamed, mere proto-characters. some are steriotypes, for sure, but you mustn't hold that against me. it seems pretty impossible for us humans to understand things even remotely unless we catagorize and compartmentalize our ideas about...well...everything. even people. and anyways, it's MY head, my ideas, sorted out the best way i've been able to figure. if you don't like eet, you are perfectly welcome to go do something more contructive than sitting up late at night, reading this shitola. i suggest taking up a quest to slap stupid people. start with yourself.

first, there's myself as a child. she's me, only she's me before i knew who this "me" person actually was. a bit confused about why things are they way they are, a bit lost, what with how she sees all the adults around her acting, in telling the difference between what actions are really right and really wrong. above all, she craves recognition and/or attention, but has little concept of what she must do to get it.

then there is the teacher. also a female. as of yet, she is unnamed. she runs a private school for disadvantaged youth. she is fiercely protective of her students, has high ideals and high hopes as to what her students might be able to accomplish. she is optimistic that she might through her efforts, one day manage to turn out a student who will have a hand in the societal changes she imagines must happen if the human condition is to ever improve. she is prone to fits of rage when she sees the strong taking advantage of the weak.

there is the wild orphan. her parents died shortly after she was born. she was raised in a mostly institutional setting in which she recieved a minimum amount of care and guidance. the average person might call her unpredictable and perhaps impulsive. she is an uncouth bull in a china shop. still in some ways a child, she craves attention and recognition, but also, she desires better assimilation into civilization, success and even stability.

there is the mad cook. he steams and stews and rages like the boiling pots he works over every day. he's stuborn. he refuses advice, even good advice. he will do the opposite of what he is told merely out of spite. still, he's good at what he does so far as his job is concerned. he is a fat man with a black mustache, clad in white, waving a large knife while yelling loudly about various things that annoy him, which is just about...well...everything.

there's the living Barbie. she's probably the most completely unrealistic of all the people in my head, because she is literally a walking, talking, 10" tall living Barbie doll. her and other living barbie-like dolls live in various 10 gallon fish tanks that have been converted into dioramas of perversity. her whole universe is set up like an art exhibit, with her and her friends as living art. they are forced to perform for the humans who continually come to the exhibit and peer at them from behind the safety of the glass. they are all slaves. some of these living dolls are enraged at being forced into these kinds of actions. some submit. some break down. some are ashaimed. some are proud. depends on the doll, depends on the action.

finally, there is the child molestor. a creepy teacher-like guy. really this character has been fleshed out so very little simply because he's always getting either yelled at or his face kicked in. and yet, he's always back again, whole and perfect whenever i call on him, to come sit next to me in my car and let me wail on him some more.

so there you go. there are others, of course, but these are the ones i actually talk to. these are the ones who have talked back. you'll be getting to know them and a few others here in the next couple weeks. whether you like it or not.

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