Thursday, November 20, 2014

anonymous

Hello. I am a man. Oh dear. Forgive me strangers. I never do these kinds of things. Plastic chair. Shoot. Hard floor that seems harder than any floor. God I would hate to crack my head. But anyway, I have never been a man all that up for the thrill of public speaking err -- I mean pubic speaking -- no. I meant public speaking. I had it right the first time. Anyway, hello.

First off, I am a man with a very low tolerance for pain. Wow. That felt so good to share. I get it. Got it. In that moment I shared it. It's gone already, I can feel it gone already. But I got it then when I did it. I understand why these meetings happen. Yes. Well. Anyway. I am a man incapable of handling anything beyond a brief passing flutter of human pain. What some would call a minor headache, could very well send me shivering to the emergency room if lasting longer than forty-five minutes. For heavenssakes I sound like a Viagra commercial.

Internal monologue: Dammit. Is any internal monologue THAT, an internal monologue, if there is already an editorial oversight stating it to be a monologue. I mean. By virtue of my acknowledging an internal monologue, have I really just made it a dialogue or is the listener, me, supposed to gift the pretense of oversight? Like. And bear with me here. I once read that inside a box unseen is a wave-particle and that until consciousness enters the box, it remains a wave-particle. But!

As soon as consciousness enters the box, the wave-particle either becomes. A wave. Or a particle.

Besides, hi. What I'm really here to discuss is not so simple to approach in terms of words. It needs warming into. Like. Oh man. I didn't see the free coffee over there. The free coffee is probably watery thin. Tastes of faint charcoal if anything at all. Mmm. Yep. Goes down watery thin and leaves the nervous system jolted and then worse off for the wear long-term. Also for instance

I believe myself incapable of romantically loving another human being.