i was remembering back on something that happened at IBR…
… often in my life
people have told me they felt an immediate familiarity with me
— i’ve often been mistaken for people i am not
and am nearly always being likened to some public figure
(comments: does this happen to everyone?)
at IBR
everyone that i played with commented on this
and i remember laying in bed smiling at a friend when he was in the process of saying this
“it’s strange… i mean.. it’s almost as if you’re not.. a stranger”
and i immediately spat out
‘ because i’m not a stranger, i’m a part of you, always have been and will be.. and i live IN that… so everyone sees me as familiar: i’m a part of everything.. it’s how i Identify… ‘
which kinda surprised me to hear that
because i didn’t thnk so beforehand………
i’ve said
for years
that
“people are strange”, the Doors song, is my theme song…
and
although i would still admit to people being strange
i would have to also admit
that i am not a stranger…
or i am…
or
i am a gemini
and i am a stranger
and i am your lover
i am yourself
and i am anything not yourself
which is hard to grasp
in the abyss..
anyway
i forgot that
i had to do some yoga
i had to wash some dishes
then it came back to my head
i wanted to fill the journal entry with that
and then put in this quote from a book i’ve been reading with Leo for the last few days:
“How To Become A Virgin” by Quentin Crisp
”
I hold that words are the salve with which we heal the wounds inflicted on us by our actions.
If an unpleasant incident is described often enough, its sharp edges become bevelled. Moreover, if a problem is stated with sufficient accuracy, the solution has already been formulated.
”
Right.
that is why i write.
0 thoughts on “People ARE Strange….”
dennisatl
— i’ve often been mistaken for people i am not
and am nearly always being likened to some public figure
(comments: does this happen to everyone?)
In college I was mistaken for a member of the football team
When I worked in hospital I looked more like a doctor whose son worked there, that the son himself did, so I got whatever his privileges/responsibilities
At Seminary I wrote the validictory article for the seminary journal and it was published with the picture of a classmate I was always taken for
When my hair was still dark I was told “Tom Selleck”
Now in Atlanta I am mistaken for professors one at Ga Tech one Ga State and a Zen priest.
By mistaken I mean greeted and spoken to by those other people’s names.
What bothers me is that only a few of these doppelgangers have been people I really like and would like to be confused with. And that kinda makes me wonder if my own self image is that way, way off of reality? hmmm
dominicvine in reply to dennisatl
(laughs)
you’re a Priest! Father! that’s the way it’s supposed to work
that’s my point
i mean
the more you identify yourself with the eternal
the more everyone feels familiarity with you
and they make some rational excuse like
“he must be…”
on the other bit about your self image
do you know the talking heads song “seen and not seen”?
it’s on the album “remain in light”
type the song name into a google window in quotes with the word “lyrics” after it
and you should get them
chefxh
and we love you
and you’re a mystery
and known to the marrow
and always with us
and never fully here.
*endless embrace*