What’s Real

Date: 2010.07.25 | Category: Uncategorized | Tags: internet reality

I think I’ve forgotten what’s real and what’s just crap floating out of the arse of an unicorn.

The oak and Japanese cherry trees in my backyard are real because at the moment they’re losing all their leaves because it’s the devil’s playground here and I’ll have to soon rake the backyard; and it’s not even October. The leaves are just giving up and littering my already crunchy backyard with their shriveled chlorophyll lacking  mess.

My car costing a couple of house payments to get fixed for the upcoming year is way a reality. So much so that I looked right at the service guy and did a forehead palm. Then I had to question whether I really needed the AC fixed – then said, yes, I don’t want to melt. And, apparently a tire falling off when Im driving could be a bad thing, so I had to say yes to fixing that potential problem. That’s a reality I could have passed on this week.

Almost falling asleep on the tattoo table as the dude ground into my leg yesterday was interesting. The owner walked in and asked how it was going and I was like, um, huh, what? She laughed because she realized I was pretty zoned out. The artist himself was quite proud that he wasn’t causing me pain enough to make me cry. It was actually a pleasant experience.

The not real is here. Everyone can be whatever, whenever and totally lie and make up randomness; or just leave and disappear to reinvent themselves as another personality.  Here isn’t in my world; I can’t hear the birds chirping here, or feel the slight gentle motion of a preying mantis walking down my arm. Here doesn’t mean anything. Here doesn’t really exist. Too bad it finally took two types of hell to remind of me that.

The frozen hell, the one with 4 feet of snow created an interesting oasis – an escapist zone – the total sensory deprivation of the real world – the one not dependent on electricity. The hot version of hades brought me back to reality. It’s hard not to notice the real world when a black snake chases you through the yard; or a squirrel hangs out with you while you a book.