No lie I’ve been walking around with my shirt inside out all day long. It’s one of those dumb-ass shirts with the seams on the outside so the outside looks like the inside. It just leads to all kinds of unnecessary confusion. I feel like messin’ with people today. Put the world inside out for once and just play.
I found out the other day my boss used to be in a very mildly successful heavy metal band in the early 90s. Some of us at work found a single press/album photo of the band on the internet. In the photo, my boss was sporting really tight leather pants and hair down to his ass. Now all I want to do when I see him is mess with him. But, that needs to be skillfully done. It shouldn’t be heavy-handed since it would kill the mirth. Lousy mirth killers.
Actually, I’d love to gaslight him given my mood. Mess with his mind a little. Put the blurred out image of his band’s photo as a thumbnail image at the bottom of my emails. Walk into the office humming a few bars of the band’s signature hit. It would be fun to see how long it takes for him to understand that I know what he used to do.
Sometimes when I’m walking down a street lined with shops and restaurants, I just want to press my face tightly against the glass and stare at people stuffing their faces. I can’t even put into words the mental fortitude required for me not to indulge that inclination. It is almost overpowering but I’ve never done it YET.
I feel like doing something stupid like when my friends and I would camp at the beach. We would bring stuff to throw into the campfire like a dried out old Christmas tree or glow sticks (not a good idea). Those old Christmas trees are killer. The entire tree catches fire in seconds and the rush of heat off that fire is amazing, intense and extremely brief. My friend turned to me once and said, “And we actually put these things in our houses every year”. I would just sit there for hours like in a trance just staring at the flames. I’d throw anything in there just to see how the flames devoured it.
I’m not a pyro although I can sort of understand the fascination. Such a destructive force, fire. I’m kind of the opposite of fire. Where I see a holocaust I try to put it out even to my own detriment. My nature isn’t really in line with this bizarre energy that I sometimes experience. When this happens to me, I find it to be such an anomaly. But, I enjoy the challenge.