This is a picture of a guy washing my office window. He hangs precariously on a wooden slat attached to a rope his buddy hopefully secured to the top of the building. He lowers himself down, floor by floor, with a bucket of water on one side and squeegee, rag and suction cup on the other side. With his feet he gently pushes himself from window pane to window pane, arcing his way along the floor. Occasionally, his feet make a loud thump as he stops his wide swath of a swing against the glass. I think he does that just to remind us that he's out there. He's the lucky one, dancing across the building as we are stuck inside our cells forced to stop what we are doing and just watch.
I imagine that he does this job to make a few extra bucks and stay in shape when he's not performing at Cirque du Soleil. I mean, what kind of nut job would agree to do this without some type of background in acrobatics? And then I think, what kind of nut job would work in a bank?
When it comes down to it, we’re all just gonna be some skin and bones left on this so-called plate of life. It’s pure hell if you think about it.
And lately, I’ve had a lot of time to think about it. You see, I’m convinced that I’m already dead and this is hell.
That’s been my mantra for a while. I know it’s not too uplifting, believe me I know.
What brought me to this dismal conclusion? That’s what this blog is about - a collection of stories, examples, proofs, etc., that show without hesitation that I’m already dead and this is hell.
But don’t let me take the limelight. I know after you read some of these entries, you’ll find examples in your own “life” that will enable that light bulb to pop on and help you explain the inexplicable. You’ll soon realize that WE'RE already dead and living uncomfortably together in hell. So please, feel free to send me your stories, or just browse through mine. As Freud said, “It’s therapeutic, Mrs. Pappenheim.”