Here’s a little anecdote that I thought I would share.
About two years ago, me and a friend were round a former acquaintance’s house in Pitsea, Essex (terrible place)x waiting for something so we could leave, basically!
It was late in the year, around November I’m guessing. It wasn’t late in the evening but it was still dark and cold.
We were casually sat down waiting, for what felt like an age, it was rather dull. I was sporting thick black eyeliner and my favoured burgundy hooded jacket, underneath a coat, (it was cold). At this period in-history, it was not at all uncommon to see me looking that way!
His house was a bungalow, in a long line of bungalows, within a very bleak area of Pitsea. The room we was in was a surprisingly good size given that the house was so small. It was mostly taken a up by a bed, but still a decent size.
We was just waiting around chatting amongst each other, when a mysterious man entered the room. He was probably in his late 20’s/ early 30’s, slim build, average height. His hair was long and a bit greasy, his polo shirt that he had on was inside out, and he was very clearly high as a kite!
He looked (and sounded) a bit like this hilarious television character.
Without introducing himself he began to talk, and talk, and talk, and talk! He was relentless in what he was saying, clearly very intelligent, but articulated in such a poor way it felt like he was just talking at us. And he was just talking at us!
It was like a comedy sketch, that goes on for about fifteen minutes! We did very well at holding it together, because it was increasingly difficult to take him seriously.
Nothing of what he was saying was really registering with me, I remember him saying mentioning Congress, and Halo (the video game). To his credit I think he made his point about both things, although I can’t remember what it was!
I was starting to get restless, until he said this one thing that resonated with me, and I have never forgotten it.
He (basically) said the word ‘pen’ has two meanings. The first is to write, the second is to keep you in, i.e. penned in. Now think of the word ‘wall’. It rhymes with word ‘rule’. Now think, the ‘pen’ writes the ‘rules’, which builds the ‘walls’, that keep you ‘penned’ in!
I thought that was sheer philosophical genius, and that no beat or spoken word poet could ever dream of competing with.
The crazy stoned guy was right! I had never thought of it before, but he was right. He should have written a book, it would have been great.
When we finally left, we joked about the time we spent there, and probably still would, it’s a fond memory. But I couldn’t be mad at him for all the talking at us for ages. Because for all his monologue was poorly articulated and long, his final point that he was building up to was the truth.
I don’t know what happened to the crazy stoned man, I never saw him again, I still don’t know his name, and probably never will. I like to think he writing the classics of tomorrow, but unfortunately he probably isn’t.
So yeah, I thought I would share that little story with you, I hope you enjoyed it. Just remember what the crazy stoned man said, and what the government are trying to do to us. Makes sense doesn’t it.
Have a great day! 😀
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