I just realized a tag is untrue

I may have posted in the past about how work sucks and I hate my job. That couldn’t be further from the truth today. I absolutely love my job, my boss and my employer.

Just thought I’d let everyone know. Holy monkey butt batman, my contacts are killing me all of a sudden. With that said, I’m signing off. Stay tuned for another episode sometime soon. Same bat-time, same bat-channel.

Ok ok, one more thing, seriously. When I was a kid, I LOVED the old batman tv show. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, follow that link. I loved it so much, my mom made me a batman cape (it said batman and had the bat logo). I wore it whenever the show was on. I was batman and it was fun. I wonder where that cape went…

Nevermind

Kurt Cobain once said “I’m worst at what I do best and for this gift I feel blessed”.

That really has nothing to do with the majority of what’s on my mind. The train was so empty today, and the few people that were aboard looked so depressed. Some old grumpy guy looked like he needed a smile, so being the usually happy person I am I generously obliged to his unspoken request. Apparently I was wrong. God forbid I smile at a complete stranger, oh no! The old dude just sneered at me. Maybe I should of just given the old geezer a hug.

Haven’t seen that doctor since the other day; I wonder what he’s up to…

And it continues…

…it never ends. In this mix-up of a shell, trying to live a life that was once owned by someone else I struggle. Sometimes I feel like I’m so alone, that there’s no one out there to relate to. I have so little in common with most of the people I know, I have no idea how I manage to maintain any relationships whatsoever.

Thankful for

I’m thankful for my life. This life that was given to me out of luck… maybe it was destiny.

I have spoken to many who claim to be an other, yet their claims are proven false. I met a doctor the other day who said that he had been doing research on human cloning and was getting close to a breakthrough. He had no idea who I was (I think). I met him on the train; he was using his laptop and typing up what appeared to be a proposal for funding regarding cloning, so naturally I had to ask him about it. How surprised he would of been had I told him I was his “missing link”. He’s on the train today and I noticed, more than once, he was looking at me in a skeptical kind of way.

Does he know? How could he know? Was he really who he said he was?

x marks the spot

When I discovered who I was, what I was, I felt like I had a big X on my forehead. Everyone knew I wasn’t real. I was real until the point of my discovery.

I’m just like you, I just came into the world differently.

What I’ve gone through, the humiliation, the confines of rooms so that I wouldn’t share my story has been heart wrenching. I have tried and tried and hide, and I’m getting tired again. I thought I saw someone following me and this time, I just don’t care. I’m gonna tell of my story, of my original, of how the first other came to be.

Sad

Been kinda down as of late.

Who, me?

I once listened to my mother wrestle a demon. A real demon. All I could hear, aside of the screaming, was demon constantly asking “who, me?“

Flashbacks

Today I had a paralyzing flashback of the car accident that my original died in. I always thought I was crazy when I’ve had them…. now I know it was real. It really happened. I felt like I died.

Wondering where I’ve been?

Well, so have I. A job change and a change of scenery with a touch of white light. Throw in a ton of white heat, which, in case you haven’t noticed has been scattered across the lawn. Call this a witness relocation if you will, except that I’ve not witnessed anything. Ok ok, you got me; that’s just a clever way of saying it’s my unwilling demise into another identity crisis. Hangover from all tomorrow’s parties?

Probably. See you next time on another episode of “My life with the thrill kill kult”. Whatever.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_Tomorrow%27s_PartiesA

Construction workers

I noticed today that the construction workers who work on high rise buildings eat and take their breaks perched on something high. Not on a bench, but they sit on the edge of bridges or on top of pillars.