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Have inanimate objects ever talked to you? Come now, admit it, you are amongst friends, you know. Did you ever emphatically deny that you are delusional, trusting that your sensory input was OBVIOUSLY accurate? Well, send in the boys with those special coats that you don't find in any Far Rockaway gemach because THERE BE TALKIN'.Now don't y'all get goofy on me but as of late, I feel like the books I read speak to me. Of course, I mean that metaphorically or else I can kiss custody of my kids goodbye. Hmmm, don't tempt me. And let's face it, talking books are for the visually impaired anyway or like Trix, they are for kids.
I find this experience akin to what people feel when they come across something in the weekly Bible section and find it directly relevant to their current life situation, as if God put it there just for them (do I smell egocentrism?). The words speak to them, provide insight, perhaps perspective, or maybe just express what they were feeling but couldn't articulate.
I like to glean pearls from all the different authors and books I read. If I go through a book with less than two light-bulbs floating over my head, I'm disappointed. I crave these ephemeral incandescents for they are the bulbs that shine light upon my life. Today I was reading from Skeleton Crew and found Stephen King whispering and sometimes screaming at me. (Is that ambulance sirens in the background?) So here is what caught me with my pants down, which isn't always a bad thing but can be quite revealing:
"I got scared and I let her get away. Was it as simple as that? Dear God help me. I think it was. I'd like to have it a different way, but perhaps it's best not to lie to yourself about such things as cowardice. And Shame...And if those things were true- if [she n me] had somehow belonged...Did you laugh? Did you scream? Did you shoot yourself for a yellow dog?"
Well I don't know about that ole yellow dog but I nearly wet my self because as I write these words I really hear voices. In fact they are singing, "Don't know what you got til it's gone." Yes, Cinderella's song is playing on the radio right now.
Just strike me down now if the next song is Nights in White Satin- "Letters I've written, never meaning to send..."
For all those who appreciated that frightening glimpse inside my head remember: "The exhausted mind is obsession's easiest prey."-SK Lisey's Story.
There is a little pill for OCD...I think I hear it calling my name...
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