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A Not-So-Philosophical Answer written @ 2:45 PM on November 22, 2003 I said something very bizarre yesterday, and almost twenty-four hours after I said it I still have no explanation for my behavior. After an afternoon of working in the scene shop and taking pictures around the theater department, I left the Fine Arts Center and headed for the dorms. I was looking toward an evening of labor in the darkroom when I was suddenly accosted by this guy. I have no idea who he was, but he had a dark ethnic Mediterranean complexion and he slid his arm around my shoulder and said, "Hey! I love you." I was completely taken aback that this total stranger had come up to me like that, and my first instincts were to back away and/or kick him very hard. DUDE. Three feet of personal space. NOW. When he saw how he had put me in a threatening position, he drew back and like a puppy said, "Hey, do you have a few minutes? I'm doing this class project and would like to ask you some philosophical questions." "Um... Okay," I said, half wondering if he was going to lead me down some darkened alley for this "interview." But I saw how he had two friends with him, one of whom was holding a video camera, and he placed me in front of the camera and the second friend stepped next to me. "Hi!" he greeted. "We're just going to ask you a few philosophical questions. Is that okay?" "I guess, I'm sure I will have some philosophical answers," I replied, still unsure where this was headed. I was tempted to ask if this video was going to end up on the Internet somewhere, but then I remembered I really wouldn't care regardless.... after all, here's my diary. "Okay, first question. What's your name?" "Sam," I said. "All right, Sam. What's the meaning to life?" "Oh, that's easy," I said, relieved it wasn't a trick question. "The meaning to life is to find your own meaning and method to the madness." Already I had taken them off guard instead of applying the typical "uuh, ummm, ahhh" answers. "How do you think you can find true happiness?" he inquired. "Well," I replied, "some people say that simple pleasures are for simple minds, but I tend to disagree with that. I think when you find pleasure in the small things in life, you have attained true happiness." "And what makes you happy?" I thought I just answered that. Oh well. "Everything. The sun is shining and I'm standing out here talking to you fine people," I said a bit sarcastically. "Okay... And if you were stranded on a desert island, what one person would you bring with you?" It was here that this surreal moment caught up with me, and immediately the answers shot out of my mouth: "My cats." "Why your cats?" "Well... if you're on a desert island, I figure you have to eat something." ... Now the guy operating the camera shifted incredulously to the boy who first brought me into this "interview." I smiled warmly. "Am I done?" "Uh... yeah." "Great! Good luck, you guys." And off I went. As I was walking back to the dorms, it hit me just what I had said. My cats?! Honestly, I could not believe I said those words. I don't know what possessed me, but out flew the answers. And I'm still laughing at the picture in my mind what those boys' class is going to say when they run the video.
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