Thursday, March 27, 2003

Peeking into my Life

Picture this. You're walking along on a city street early one evening, and you pass a hedge that reaches a foot or two over your head, separating the yard and house beyond from the sidewalk. The house has a large picture window that shows a brightly lit yet sparcely furnished room completely mirrored at one end. Suddenly the room is filled by a large figured person, embarrassingly and scantily clad who is dancing with himself in front of the mirror. You are at once horrified, amused, and strangely interested as you stare transfixed at the fat dancer. Okay, I'm the almost naked fat guy in the window dancing and you're the person passing on the street. Stay as long as you want. As long as I can ignore you I can continue dancing. Yeah, I know, this is a public blog and I've left my calling card all over. Still, this is about me as I try to understand the events taking place in the world. I'm not trying to convince anyone and God knows I'm not trying to impress anyone, I'm just dancing with myself. And you're still here? Five more minutes and your friends are going to think you're wierder than the fat guy who's dancing by himself.