Nekyia's Threshold

subject:
A Ticket To Fun - (pukers no extra charge)
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2007-08-18 19:34:40
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(I REAAAAAAALLLY wanted to see American Head Charge. Maybe they'll be part of my dream concert in times to come. This was written last July. Huh - time flies.)The interconnectedness of life is one of the tangled webs I most enjoy unweaving. Unless I'm feeling creative, and not destructive, then I enjoy adding to it. In the end, we have the beginning - an ephemeral, prismatic gob of swirls and curves that entombs us, until we realize that we are the gob itself - then we find the key to existance. Okay - so maybe you're saying to yourself "Bitch, yer craaaaazy, speak fer yerself an' yer world of swirls, curves, and the ultimate gob." I don't deny anybody their right to a different gob than mine. But please, read on and see if I can't at least try and explain my methodology in gob spotting.I'm reading a book right now called "The Lucifer Principle", its by Howard Bloom. He brings together many disciplines of thought, science, and anecdotal evidence to support his view of the where and the why. I like his ideas. I try to apply them to the small portion of gob that I'm currently intensely interacting with. For the last 24 hours that has been my daughter, her friends, and my husband.One of Bloom's ideas is that we all come fully equipped with instructions on self-destruction. This is in direct opposition to the standard idealogy that says survival is our first instinct. In fact, what survives when our self-destruct tape is switched on, is the larger part of the gob that is us. The social organism sometimes requires individual gob cells to make a sacrifice play for the good of the greater gob. I witnessed this at my daughter's birthday/slumber party.The social organism of 12 chattering pre-teen girls couldn't support the level of nurturing required to keep the whole group intact. One by one the girl "cells" that wanted to remain autonomous and independent were instructed by the self-destruct coding to find a way to fall away from the larger group. They did this in various ways - one suddenly had a tummy ache, one couldn't sleep, another just inexplicably started crying, another was angry, and so it went until the organism was down to a manageable and supportable group of four.Okay. So maybe I'm pushing it here. What I know for sure, is that I REALLY needed to get out and use the free concert tickets I won from the radio station.American Head Charge was the band. They have a video online that you can watch. They looked like they would have been GREAT. I don't know though. What I did have was the opportunity to ponder the scientific question - "How much centrifical force is created upon a husband who suddenly opens the car door to puke an over abundance of rum out of his stomach while I'm hitting the on ramp to a highway that I'm not really sure will get me to where I want to go?" The social question - "Will the McDonald's cashier be offended by my husband puking out an overabundance of rum from his stomach through the entire drive-thru process (order taking to money gathering) via an open car door?" The questions continued at various points along my prolonged journey home from an adventure that apparently requried a self-destruct funtion to go off in my husband's genetic make-up. He says it was passive-aggressive, perhaps. He didn't want to go. It took three bands for his complex plot to arrive at fruition. We left. Adventure A (American Head Charge), turns to Adventure B (B for BARF, obviously). I got us home, from places unknown. All by myself. Thinking, and thinking, and thinking about The Lucifier Principle and the gob. And how the sailors of yore didn't have obscure road signs to follow saying "north", but stars above. That was when I was trying to think positively about the fact that I was utterly LOST. Having missed some crucial highway turn off. I smile because I can.