Some called it the soul, others their conscience; it is that part of me that rises up above the day-to-day to encompass some 'higher' ambition. Some externalize this, calling it 'the angel on my shoulder', or even 'God'. These same people know an evil persona on the other shoulder, both whispering in an ear. I will not get drawn into some argument about supernatural beings. I have enough demons and ghosts around me to keep you and I both awake at night, thank you very much; no need for a new and different pantheon here.
For me, those forces that keep me from rising up need no persona, that is simply the background where my life began. I cannot enjoy watching television drama, or soap opera. It has always been incomprehensible to me that there are people who do not have enough drama or sadness in their own lives. They actually find entertainment in watching such television programs or movies. It is the same story with horror movies for me. Of course, it might be like hitting your head against a wall; it feels so good when you stop.
For me, those forces that keep me from rising up need no persona, that is simply the background where my life began. I cannot enjoy watching television drama, or soap opera. It has always been incomprehensible to me that there are people who do not have enough drama or sadness in their own lives. They actually find entertainment in watching such television programs or movies. It is the same story with horror movies for me. Of course, it might be like hitting your head against a wall; it feels so good when you stop.
I often wonder where my siblings are, or if I am truly an alien, an ET among humans, magically made to look like them, but forced to still live with an ET brain and ET desires. That part of me that nudges me to rise above the sadness of alien-nation imposed by humans gets me through, and reminds me of home, at least for a while.
Don't get me wrong, I love the humans, and wish them only well, but oh my, I do wish I could go home someday to tell my ET family a wondrous-strange story of life among humans.
So...are you a shape-shifter, or changeling?...or just the hapless, stranded ET of c.1977? I would kill to be a shape-shifter. Drew Barrymore met the alien and seems to have turned out ok. :)Suzi
ReplyDeleteI guess the aliens taught Drew a thing or two. Later on she displayed the "gift" of telekenetic arson.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean about drama on television. Most of it is a little like eating junk food. You know it's not good for you but it's so hard to stop.
Anymore I try to avoid watching stuff like that. My spirit doesn't react very well to it.
Caio!
Sarah
What are these 'movies' and 'television' of which you speak?
ReplyDeleteHeck, I can't even read 'mean' books, which pretty much leaves me with stuff form the YA section...well, that and smut, of course. ;)
Try hanging out in the Oort Cloud for a while, it's quiet and nice there, but still close to Sol, relatively speaking. Don't give up on this planet just yet, the apes are still evolving.