Thursday, May 24, 2012

INSANITY or EMOTIONAL ISSUES



     What makes someone put on a costume and knock on your door? easy answer: It's Halloween! That, or if it’s not October, and you are not having a costume party (and you don't live in reality) they are a super-hero coming to save you from some evil villain...but I would think in that last instance they wouldn't knock on your door.
Well let us pretend we DO live in reality. So what is it then that makes a person dress up as one of the Avengers on a daily basis and walk the streets and halls, acting for all intensive purposes...otherwise normal? Just think on that question.
I will take you back one week in time and explain to you the events and peoples involved in this escapade of craziness...or normalness, and perhaps we'll figure it out. I write all of this because as of 9:30AM yesterday morning I awoke to two swift knocks on my door and was greeted by a 5'6", scruffy-faced, pot-bellied, semi-Captain America wearing a mask with reflective shades, a Captain America shield shirt with white popped-collar polo underneath, and blue shorts with sneakers! Now how did it all come to this?
Wed. 5/16
It's about 2 o'clock and I go down to the outdoor common area to read, no pond today. I take the stairs from the 3rd floor parking garage all the way down, past the laundry room, then seat myself on a bench next to the fountain and one of the clumps of bamboo. This should be relaxing. However, today is a bit different. There is actually someone outside! They are listening to music and getting the BBQ started, or rather trying. I may not get much reading done. As it appears to be the new neighbor, and he is having just about the hardest time I have ever seen anyone have starting up a grill I hop up, introduce myself, and try to help. I am immediately awarded with a Shiner. Nothing like free cold beer on a hot day. Seeing as he has dumped a rather large bag of charcoal into the grill, this task is proving to be more difficult than usual. I construct the usual pyramid shape with flammables beneath...and get nuthin'. After a good thirty minutes the New Neighbor has gotten quite flustered. My guess is he has been out here much longer than I have. We have no lighter fluid so this will be interesting. At my mention of lighter fluid --and his subsequent denial--the New Neighbor (even more flustered) wonders if "beer could get the fire going...since it has alcohol in it." There is a quick conversation on my part telling him about why that would just be a bad idea while we are trying to get the fire STARTED but he pours it on anyway. Big surprise...nothing happens. Now that we have been at this grill for at least an hour the New Neighbor pops into his apartment then out onto his patio which faces the common area, he is wearing a plastic Captain America mask with rainbow reflective sports shades underneath. He explains how "cool" it is and that he likes to drive around with it on sometimes. Interesting.
Once he gets back to the grill he has brought out many more flammable items to be stuck beneath the non-burning coals. Finally, another one of the neighbors, we will call her Bethany, who has lived here for awhile comes out to let her dogs run. The New Neighbor who quickly whips out his mask again yells to Bethany, "Hey we're having a party! You want a beer?" It seems nice enough if not strange. I just look on dubiously as this isn't going anywhere unless the coals start. Bethany happens to be good friends with the New Neighbors next door neighbor, we will call her Jen. So Beth hops Jen's balcony and grabs her lighter-fluid soaked charcoal and we get things burning. It is now about 4 o'clock in the afternoon.
At this stage all manner of foods come pouring out of our New Neighbors apartment, let's call him Mr. Avenger. He brings out steaks of the finest quality (none of that WalMart crap), Dover sole, shrimp, ...then frozen hotdogs, large package of frozen chicken, semi-thawed fish... I am positive many of us have food at many stages of storage in our homes, but then he suggests we thaw them out in the sunlight!? Ahhh...nothing like an afternoon with a belly full of beer, salmonella, vibrio, clostridium, and listeria! Bethany and I get things organized while Mr. Avenger continues to do interesting things, like rescue our ears from a low volume of music, or from properly cooked food (the grill had now become an inferno). As we came back together in the common area Mr. Avenger seemed quite unsure of what to do, but he was able to watch the steaks burn on the grill. That's ok though, the BBQ is not for all. What seemed for Mr. Avenger was bouncing around inside his apartment popping out onto his first floor balcony to holler at us and see how things are going, and to see if any more people were walking by that he could 'link to his cause'.
Throughout the evening we had people stopping by. At 6:30 PM the attractive brown-haired neighbor, Jen, whom we had "borrowed" more charcoal from got home and joined us outside. Another, first floor resident popped in for about thirty minutes and left. But each time Mr. Avenger caught a glimpse of an unknown human being he preached about the ongoing party, and about how it would last till Thursday, and Friday, and Saturday!
     When some time passed and he saw no new people walk by he howled to the sky "PAAAARRRTTYY!!!". As it got later, we finished our charred food. Jen had gone to a dinner meeting and come back, and Bethany had gone to bed.
     As Mr. Avenger seemed to be getting belligerent and just plain stupid, i.e. throwing his "Captain America shield" like a frisbee, just nearly missing a person's head and losing it in a clump of six-foot tall bamboo, we cleaned up and took everything inside. This was the first meeting.
Thurs. 5/17
Today, I wake up late. I go to my sister's and help her in the garden. Some hard outdoor labor shoveling in the sun. By the time I get home it’s evening...must be at least 9:30 PM. As I walk through the common area I run into Mr. Avenger and Bethany who is letting her dogs run, I figure Jen must be inside as Mr. Avenger kinda puts out that creepy vibe. He says he bought a new Thor mask, as well as the Iron Man one I can see laying on the table inside his apartment. He asks me to come inside to hang out but I am way too tired and he won't stop talking. His door is propped open with a broken chair leg and he now has brand new furniture in his apartment. He also informs he that while getting the furniture home he happened to be pulled over by the cops for speeding in a school zone...and yes he was wearing the mask. I try to get away. He suggests we go to the pool and he offers me a mask! He says it will attract the ladies. I pass. Again, I tell him it has been a long day and I am going to sleep...in my head I am wondering what madness Jen must be thinking as we now have been standing outside her door for almost ten minutes and Mr. Avenger has no sense of volume and openly cares nothing for his neighbors. I message Jen and apologize for keeping her up the night before and she says nothing of it, only that she doesn't want any problems with Mr. Avenger and that she hope he calms down, that he…scares her.
Fri. 5/18
I try to start today out normally, but there is that sadness in my mind for Jen...having to live next door to such an annoying person. I take care of studies; paint, read...then I get a foreboding message from Bethany saying to stay away from Mr. Avenger. He is awake at 7AM in the common area with a super-hero mask on hacking away at the bamboo with a sword trying to retrieve his "Captain America shield!" Also, having that wonderful little morning beer to get the carbohydrates to start the day off right! His music is being blasted so loud that now two separate tenants have called the police to get him to quiet down...this is all well before 10AM. By noon he is running off to his car to "escape" in a rage for some reason. Then I see it. A police suburban arrives, soon followed by a squad car. I also see another police suburban on what appears to be "lookout". He is no longer here. Around 5:30PM Jen gets home to find Mr. Avenger waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs by the apartment entrance. He starts screaming at her blaming her for his eviction and saying that she has to be the one that called the cops earlier in the day! As she begins screaming back, four security guards come and throw him into his apartment, police are called, 24 hour surveillance is put in place...Around 7PM Mr. Avenger shows up at my door, obviously distraught, proclaiming that he has been evicted and he doesn't care. Still wearing a mask. What kind of crazy is this?--He is in his early forties, divorced, and has a couple of kids he hasn't seen in over five years...is this the cause? Is this just rationalization? Is this mental breakdown?
Sat. 5/19
Now that Mr. Avenger is "evicted" Bethany and Jen, and I'm sure the rest of the tenants feel much better. Today we relax by the pool. Mr. Avenger should not be on the premises, but if he is there are police officers noting his every move. So we all relax...that is until he drives by the pool. He stops his truck--grabs a hero mask--and tries to strike up a conversation, mostly about how unfair it is that he is being evicted, but it doesn't matter because he already found a new place. He then speeds off. Awkward. We continue to relax by the chilly water, let the sun warm us and the breeze cool us...then he drives up again, trying to engage us in conversation through the white metal gate. He either has completely forgotten what has happened over the past few days, or is hoping that we have. Either way, within a few minutes he gains knowledge from the overall attitude of the group that being as "interesting" as he is, is a little too much and this time peels out. Later in the evening, as a few of us eat on the balcony facing out from the building, he almost searches us out. Now trying to act a little more normally he tries to bring sympathy on his side.
Should you completely shun a person like this? Are you polite to them while they are normal? Should you scream in their face that they are acting like a fool? Do you try and have them committed?
Sun. 5/20
Knock-Knock-Knock-Knock! I look through the peephole in my door and there he is! “Hey! Wanna come downstairs and BBQ!” in addition to that Mr. Avenger would like to also move some newly purchased furniture into his apartment! Strange idea for one who has just recently been screaming about eviction…but whatever, I’ll move a couch.
Mon. 5/21
Nothing. He hangs outside in the common area still trying to get tenants to “party” with him, when they don’t, he invites the security guards to join him. Kinda funny really, and sad. If he weren’t so “interesting” he may have made a good neighbor.
Tues. 5/22
Funny question…“You have to choose now, am I your friend? Or is Bethany your friend? She called the cops on me this morning!” Well seeing that this has gone from crazy to just plain juvenile I have no problem blowing it off without an answer that gives any satisfaction. I shut the door and go back to sleep. The rest of the day we all do our own stuff, and God-only-knows what Mr. Avenger is up to. More important stuff.
Wed. 5/23
Knock! Knock!

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Legacy Pond

   There was a black metal post, a cylinder about three and a half feet high. It had a dome-shaped top and for about six inches just below its highest point there were five horizontal slits that went all the way around just to let a little bit of light shine out at night when the power turned on.
   Every morning he would walk out to that same post, lean up against it, and look down into the clear water. Every morning he would see the same white plastic spoon gathering just a little more silt in its little scoop. And every morning he would look down through the reflection of the sky on the calm water's surface to the movement of tiny fingerlings.
   Most of these baby fish were only an inch long and no wider than a twig, but they had something in mind. Whether it was trying to snatch the much-too-large water bug that was dancing across the surface, swimming away from anything that moved towards the water, or hiding in the shallows from their adult counterparts...they seemed to know what they were doing. Strangely, a mere three feet away death by their own kind swam cooly by in packs of four or five. They were much larger than the fingerlings. For the man watching at the post, it was almost eerie to see them swim by so closely. Yet still there was that same white plastic spoon collecting silt...and then the almost invisible then fully noticeable shimmer of silver, green, and black. The grim reapers that swam in schools.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Sleeep?

So I'm a person who likes to try different things... Take for instance my current sleepless situation. I'm still up! For some this may be just fine, but if I'm still up I may as well have been doing something worth my while! But back to different things...I have tried the reading of books, which on many occassions has proved very useful; however, it seems that sometimes books can be deceiving. Apparently Phillip K. Dick's "Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep" isn't exactly bedtime reading material! So on to solution number two, I guess. There's nothing like a cup of tea...especially a double-dose of the extra sleepy kind! Once again though...I am still awake though. How about white noise? Or calming music?! Sadly neither are what my brain is looking for. Sleeping pills have been tried (not tonight) with moderate success, but that is something else all together. Getting down to the bottom of the list is the weird stuff...forcing repetitive thought. I guess that is kind of like counting sheep! So here I lie tapping away with two things on my mind: 1) will all this nonsensical writing help put my mind and body to rest? 2) Why do all the really great (or at least great-seeming) ideas show up at night?! Diminished mental capacity? Want to believe anything? Or is the mind just at that borderline between being awake and dreaming? *Last note: great potential idea--wine jello...now that's just making your favorite jiggly treat down-right classy! Let me know if any of you out there have some innovative lack-of-sleep remedies!

Friday, May 11, 2012


What does one write when they start up a blog for the first time? Do you just stare at an ostrich egg thinking about how strangely “eggshell-colored" it looks only to realize that it is an eggshell and then find yourself dumbstruck by your own meaningless “AHA!” moment? Maybe there is an easier way. Perhaps going around and logging in everything that I feel interests me will lead to some sort of meaningful focus…either that or it'll be an extreme embarrassment! Either way it will take me lots of time and the reader…not so much—seeing as they can just scroll down to the “pretty pictures” and locate the associated text. This should be interesting.

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