galaxy42

After much consideration--weighing the pros and cons of the situation carefully--I have come to a decision. Or, I should say that I've finally accepted the only solution that really makes sense. I tried to find a way around it. Believe me, I tried. But no matter how many times I ponder the problem at hand--no matter what other options I explore--the answer remains consistent.

I have to go insane.
Completely and utterly batshit...

I've been people watching lately. All types. All ages and shapes and sizes. All colors and cultures. Do you know which group is the happiest? The mutants...

The business man rushing down the street with a thick wallet and a furrowed brow never smiles.
The construction worker, breaking his back in the cold to put the roof on a new home never smiles.
The slack-ass kid behind the counter at the local music store isn't happy with anything... ever. And all he has to do is show up, breathe the air, and occupy space...occasionally ringing up a CD--maybe two--for the slow trickle of customers that come through in a day. He doesn't smile.

But that guy... The guy wearing 3 pairs of pants at once. The guy who pushes a wheelchair with no one in it. The guy still wearing the "Fuck Nixon" t-shirt. He talks to a bowling pin and spends time with the plastic garden gnomes on various lawns throught the community until a homeowner shows up and shoos him away. That guy is happy. He smiles all the time. He doesn't have a care in the world. No job to be late for. No boss to breathe down his neck. No airlines to overbook and/or cancel his flights. He's got nowhere to go, nowhere to be. He lives in the here and now.

I want to be a nutter like him.
I've already got my outfit picked out...

...or maybe this one...


...shit... I gotta run. My bowling pin is calling me...