Sometimes, when I'm sitting at my desk working alone, I suddenly realize I have had "Miami" by Will Smith stuck in my brain on repeat for hours... and it's proof that I'm going insane. It isn't even the whole song, not even the whole chorus, but it repeats, endlessly, in the background of my mind jams. I don't even know all the lyrics of this little snippet of chorus, but it's there. Rambling around in my skull.
I've been trying to decide what insanity actually is. Whatever it is, this is close to it. I remember reading Joseph Heller's "Catch 22" and having a hard time following because everything in that book reads like a crazy person wrote it. And in fact, insanity is the theme of the book! So, it was probably intentional.
Some whackadoo said something about how if you think you are insane, then you probably aren't (actually, I think that was half of the "Catch 22"). I don't think that's true, necessarily. Everyone shows a bit of crazy here and there, and I'm sure we are all perfectly aware of it. Putting toothpaste in the fridge? Been there. Pants on backwards? Been there too. Eat an entire pizza to Cindy Lauper's "Time After Time"? Yup. I think these little episodes are the things that keep us sane. If everything went as planned, no bumps, hiccups, moldy cheeses or faceplants, it would be weird. Like the matrix. You'd start seeing black cats everywhere and have deja vu and run around screaming about glitches and the keymaster and what have you. Padded cell vacation coming up!
Anyway, I forgot where I was going with this, or maybe I've already gotten there. I'll just leave you with the stirring words of a great philosopher poet, who wisely once said:
"Party in the city where the heat is on all night blah blah til the break of dawn. Welcome to Miami, bienvenido a Miami. Party in the city where the heat is on all night blah blah..."
PROFILE STATUS UPDATE:
Favorite Fridge Snack: String cheese. Then toothpaste.