Impending Glee
life at its very strangest/worst/best…

Jul
22

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Even though I have just started attending college again yet some how maintaing a rich social life. After completing season three of Star Trek: TNG, I realized that my life is in need of something more. This longing of course counted as I finished off torrented copies of Dexter, The Mighty Boosh, Red Dwarf and Battle Star Galatia and by the time I raced through Star Trek:TNG seasons four and five my mind silently shirked for substance.

This need for more than hilariously lame TV shows and films continued to haunt me as my friend told me a tale. Relayed a story. Weaved a yarn. The tale he spoke is that of the ages. That defines the relationship between man’s spirits and that of the wild. He recalled a walk to work of the past day when he saw a hawk soars about. This hawk spoke to him in language that is my guest that could never be translated but by a that lady who sings top forty hits at the bus stop on Oak. Then the spirit hawk diapered into the arms of a majestic tree. He then claims that this hawk of mythic lore was what many native Americans and there lesser predecessors the hippies have called a totem beast or spirit animal. This knowledge that the hawk was personally speaking tho him by perching itself on some tree seemed to bring him much joy and solace which left me with a want of a spirit beast to call my own…

“Get comfortable. Take a deep breath. Inhale, exhale deeply several time. Release your ego, desires and expectations of what may follow. Move about in this world seeing, smelling and feeling everything. After awhile, you will hear something and you will see a creature slowly coming to you.” This is first piece of information I could find on spirit totems on Google so I decided that, as always, the fringe wackos that the Internet gives a voice always know best, so I played along quick smart. And sure enough after a long night at the bar I didn’t wind up back in my apartment with my ego in the toilet, comfortable as all get out, watching my spirit animal approach me through a mystical fog of alcohol abuse. It was clearer to me that this totem beast was much bigger than a hawk or even an eagle. As it got even closer I even ruled out my original suspicions that my spirit animal was a fierce gryphon. This was not because its size but because of its familiar catch phases and what looked to be profuse sweating and manic tie adjusting. My spirit animal was none other than that legend of the comedic stage, Rodney Dangerfield! And its no wonder that the star of “Cady Shack”, “Lady Bugs” and most appropriately “Back to School” would guide me in a time when I myself am going “Back to School”. Wow, his fictional situation and my reality are so similar that it seems that “magic” has aloud me to have a spirit animal that isn’t even really an animal at all. So to wrap this up real quick here, I found out that the constant fear that I am commanding little to no respect any given time was just the ramblings of a disembodied Rodney Dangerfield and that watching adsorbent amount of crappy media is better then the path of new age tomfoolery.
p.s. I am crazy.

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