Saturday, July 11, 2009

A Fine Line

I crack myself up and it's a good thing since I spend so much time with me, myself and I. Two very recent instances of my own laughter at myself come to mind. Both instances are great examples of the fine line between sanity and insanity. I, of course, am sane. And so are me and myself.

The fine line, defined:

A) During a regular morning walk earlier this week my mind was whirling as it typically does, jumping from topic to topic and person to person and emotion to emotion (think: whirligig action in a monsoon). As I was maneuvering my way through the adobe abode neighborhoods of the Nob Hill area in Albuquerque, simultaneously navigating the tornado-like thoughts colliding in my mind, something struck me as funny and I found myself laughing AFTER I had made a verbal (out loud) (to no one) conversational observation. As soon as I heard myself making audible sounds (thankfully, I did not answer myself) I looked around to see if anyone was looking. I can't be certain, but I think I was alone on the street at that moment. However, I do think that me and myself were listening.

Later that same day I was walking in another part of Albuquerque to a business appointment downtown and passed an old, wrinkled and stooped woman who appeared to be homeless. As I passed her, presumably unnoticed, I felt compassion for her situation, but only a few minutes later I heard sounds from behind me and turned to look at the source. It was the same old woman, now about 20 feet behind me and walking the other way, with no one else on the street, talking audibly to herself (out loud) (to no one). I immediately thought, "Well, just another crazy old woman...." and then froze in place as almost at the same moment another thought surfaced, "Well, she sounded just like you did this morning, you crazy old woman." I immediately stood up straighter and zipped my lips. And as if that's not enough, sadly there is more:

B) Earlier today I posted a comment on my boss' Facebook page regarding his link to a blog entry concerning high speed rail in New Mexico. Because I am not a policy analyst (like he is), I tend to look at life and issues from "the lighter side" and my comments are typically tongue-in-cheek. Today as I typed my typically tongue-in-cheek comment and hit "POST", I laughed out loud as I read through it once more and said (out loud) (to no one) (as I was laughing), "I love my sense of humor."

I really don't think any further comment would be in my best interest, do you? Thank heavens I can laugh at myself, and so can me and myself, cuz it's not real often anyone else does.

Ok, enjoy your day; me, myself and I are heading off on a short road trip and we plan to share some laughs along the way.

(PS I am still laughing)

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  1. Can you say schizophrenia? Just to make you feel better - you talked to yourself (out loud) (to no one) when you were young, too. I remember this occurring on a regular basis. And you've passed this legacy on to me. Thank you.

  2. My pleasure? (me) My PLEASURE! (myself) MY pleasure! (I)