Many Thanks To Christopher Reeve.
Well here I am, five days away from getting married and the mind is in over drive. So many things to think about, so many things to do and to prepare for, and so many things to try and remember. It's kinda sad really. I'm starting to realize that six months of preparation will all be over in about 6 hours. I start to add up in my head the expenses of every little detail that we've had to put out in order to just put this event on, nevermind the expenses that other people are enduring in order to get here from all sorts of great distances, and it blows me away.
It's during times like these that I start to laugh at the stupidest things, a sure sign of going crazy probably. I have the type of sense of humor that most people consider "sick". I like thinking about the outrageous, the socially unacceptable, and the completely disgraceful. There are many hours of many days when I'm the only one laughing in a room full of people but you know what.... I feel fortunate to have the ability to visit "my world" every now and then for a little escape.
Take for instance the one image that popped into my head while watching TV late one night. I was watching a documentary on the life of Christopher Reeve because..... well, eventually the info-mercials on how to make beef jerky at home "for only a fraction of the price" can get a little boring. Anyways, this program I was watching was showing Christopher back in his prime, you know, BEFORE he steered his way through life by the tip of his tongue, and they had all this soft music playing in the background and stuff like that. They then start to interview him a bit and point out all the spectacular accomplishments he's achieved since his accident and tear jerker this and tear jerker that.... blah. As he was sitting in his wheelchair talking I just had a sudden urge come across me. Man!! Would I love to just go up to him, grab him by the wrists and do that prank we used to do as a kid to each other. You know, the old "Why are you hitting yourself?? huh? Why are you hitting yourself??" as you slap that guy silly with his own hands. Man, I laughed myself silly for a good 30 minutes. My stomach was sore, my eyes were full of tears, and I was having troubles breathing. See? This is an example of my sick sense of humor.
So far the last couple weeks whenever things got a little hectic and the nerves a little frayed, I just pictured myself hitting Christopher Reeve with his own hands to ease the tension.
Thank you Superman, where ever you are.
It's during times like these that I start to laugh at the stupidest things, a sure sign of going crazy probably. I have the type of sense of humor that most people consider "sick". I like thinking about the outrageous, the socially unacceptable, and the completely disgraceful. There are many hours of many days when I'm the only one laughing in a room full of people but you know what.... I feel fortunate to have the ability to visit "my world" every now and then for a little escape.
Take for instance the one image that popped into my head while watching TV late one night. I was watching a documentary on the life of Christopher Reeve because..... well, eventually the info-mercials on how to make beef jerky at home "for only a fraction of the price" can get a little boring. Anyways, this program I was watching was showing Christopher back in his prime, you know, BEFORE he steered his way through life by the tip of his tongue, and they had all this soft music playing in the background and stuff like that. They then start to interview him a bit and point out all the spectacular accomplishments he's achieved since his accident and tear jerker this and tear jerker that.... blah. As he was sitting in his wheelchair talking I just had a sudden urge come across me. Man!! Would I love to just go up to him, grab him by the wrists and do that prank we used to do as a kid to each other. You know, the old "Why are you hitting yourself?? huh? Why are you hitting yourself??" as you slap that guy silly with his own hands. Man, I laughed myself silly for a good 30 minutes. My stomach was sore, my eyes were full of tears, and I was having troubles breathing. See? This is an example of my sick sense of humor.
So far the last couple weeks whenever things got a little hectic and the nerves a little frayed, I just pictured myself hitting Christopher Reeve with his own hands to ease the tension.
Thank you Superman, where ever you are.
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