Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Enter Narrator.


Narrator: I am the narrator. I’m the reason you tuned in, bought your ticket, silenced your silly smart phone, but did NOT turn it off, and am the reason you are sitting wherever you might be and are enjoying me communicating with you. Ironically, you may be experiencing this through your mobile device. In that case, please wait until you are finished here and then proceed to shut your phone off and engage with the rest of the world. But, before you a. target me for judging you or b. think that I’m projecting my own self-improvement goals upon you- know that if you have selected “b.,” you are correct. I am here to take this journey with you. While I will be the rubber cement that guides you on your metaphysical (and maybe even physical journey), it is your involvement in this exchange that is meaningful. While, I, the narrator, am stuck being just that- you are much, much more.

To me, you could be anyone. To yourself, you can be anyone.

Throughout this “monoblogue” you will encounter a number of anyones and maybe even a few someones. Because, let’s be honest, that is how life works. To many, many people we are anyones, but to those selective, lucky people that we call friends, family, lovers, we are someones. Think about how many someones you have. Some of these relationships are counted with simple 5th grade number sets. I have exactly 1,467 facebook “friends” while real life living, breathing, singing friends are almost impossible to calculate. Think about that one for a second. Emphasis on the real friends. Now, before you accuse me of something else- this time of being cynical- if you caught that, please proceed to the front of the store to receive your complimentary kool-aid; you’ve officially joined me. If you didn’t, don’t feel too badly. We’re just getting to know each other. Relationships don’t happen over night. Or, do they?

These are the types of questions this monoblogue will probe. The anyones and someones you meet throughout this blog might remind you of your co-workers, yourself, or who you want to, and who do not want to end up like. Maybe I’ll make you smile. Maybe I’ll make you tear up. Maybe you’ll be so pissed off that you’ll never want read this nonsense again. If I make you do any of these things, I will have succeeded. And, I’m guessing, if you drank your free drank you know why... yes, because we will have connected. I will have accomplished what we are all on this planet to do in one way or another. Connect. (In fact, psychology tells me that if you’re enjoying being “in” on my jokes during this blog, there is a chemical reaction of some kind that is occurring, which is why you’re still reading). Nevertheless, let’s leave those types of reactions to the scientists. Join me tomorrow when I’ll be introducing you to someone who had a very strong reaction to what I’ve written here tonight. He’s the first of many anyones (or someones?- you can decide) that I’ll be introducing you to. 


You’re 20-30. You want to meet new people. They want to meet you. Let’s see what happens. “Hello.”