Aug 09, 2004 13:24
Tyler was a night person. While the rest of us slept, he worked. He had one part time job as a projectionist. See, a movie doesn't come all on one reel. It comes on a few. See, there are these little dots on the screen.
"In the movie industry, we call them 'cigarette burns'."
That's the cue for a change-over. The movie keeps on going, and nobody in the audience has any clue.
I was driving alone on a cold and dark misty night, and I blinked. My eyes felt tired, but as I opened them, there was a cigarette burn in the top right corner of my vision. I blinked again, but it had gone. The change-over had passed. Maybe I was hallucinating? Or maybe this is a film that I'm acting in the middle of my head. There has been flashes of people here and there. An odd lighting occurring in my vision. I keep asking myself.. "Is this real? What's happening to me?". I'm too afraid to speak about it, but why?
Have you ever questioned the existence of the real life world we play in? I was thinking about this in depth after the cigarette burn incident - I was curious. Are we all just actors in a worldwide production? Really, we act every day of our lives, and to those of you who don't agree, ask yourself this. Have you ever lied when doing such a simple thing as buying a bottle of milk? You walk up to the counter, and you try and put on a fake smile. The lady at the counter asks how you've been, and you say the same thing over again.
"Oh, yeah. I'm not too bad, thanks."
I know plenty of people who do it without even knowing it. Some people do it for many different reasons, but we have to slip in a little white lie somewhere. Maybe we really don't want people to know how our day has gone. Maybe they just wouldn't understand. Perhaps you don't want to bring their mood down with a simple suggestion that you feel like shit and you really don't want to deal with people at this time of day.
Somehow though, my experiences recently feel too much like a case of déjàvu. I have a quirky feeling that this all has something to do with my perspective on life at the moment, and maybe a simple thing like this is supposed to try and wake me up and smell the coffee.
Do I brush this off my shoulders, call myself medically insane and smile while dancing with the butterflies today?