I shouldn’t bother trying to explain my train of thought because even the people who know and love me still think I’m nuts. I was trying to explain to my father what I write about. I feel terrible for this poor man because he invested so much time and money in my education and I have made the sound financial career choices of show business, teaching and now freelance writing. I think he was hoping that I made sense on some level.
While I was trying to explain the process to him, I realized how many of my stories and analogies are centered in some away around animals. I didn’t have to do much explaining that I have lots of moments of strange, bizarre and just plain odd over the course of a day. A college professor once said that it was because I had a skewed perspective. Instead of saying, “Well, skew you!” I let this thought simmer for a long time.
I realize now that he was right.
Earlier today, I glanced at the person next to me and thought it would be interesting if an animator turned them into a cartoon fish. It set me to giggling and then I couldn’t stop seeing the entire room as a big aquarium. The person behind the counter looked like a giant diver with bubbles coming out of his head, the little kid in the corner pleading with his mother looked like a baby turtle while his sister looked like a starfish. Then the person across the room from me who started staring waved his eyestalks at me and said, “Miss, are you ok?” I couldn’t help myself, I said, “ I’m sorry was I too loud, don’t get crabby.
I should probably cut back on the caffeine