Random Acts of Mindless (Or What Was I Thinking?)

So, there are two kinds of people in the world. There is the guy who stands at the subway platform, looks at his watch, and worries that he’s going to be late. And there’s the guy who looks at the first guy and thinks, “If I were to push that guy just as the train came…”
Not that he would. I’m not talking about your garden-variety, movie-of-the-week sociopath here. Sometimes those weird thoughts just pop into your head from out of nowhere.
Like when you’re driving down a winding cliff-side road and you realize you’re one twist of the wheel away from fiery oblivion. I call them “drop the baby” moments. It’s not that you want to hurt anyone’s kids. It’s just a sudden realization of the fragility of life, especially when you’re literally holding it in your hands.
It’s like déjà vu. Some people will have no idea what you’re talking about while others can’t get away from it. I get wicked, jaw-dropping, glitch in the Matrix déjà vu. The kind that makes you question the nature of reality. I’m not talking about when you can guess the next line of dialogue; that’s just bad writing. I mean a Groundhog Day, this is just an infinite loop of regression, oh my god it’s never going to end kind of experience.
Unfortunately it’s never when I’m eating cupcakes. It’s far more likely that it’ll happen when I’m buying deodorant. Is that karma or just a little joke from the powers-that-be? I don’t know.
It’s like déjà vu. Some people will have no idea what you’re talking about while…hey, wait a minute!
Anyway, the point I wasn’t getting to is that life is all too short and precious. You shouldn’t waste a second worrying about the things you can’t change. There are a few moments in your life that are perfect and a few that are truly miserable. The rest of the time you have to make the best of what you’ve got. Because contrary to what your brain might be telling you, you only get to do this once.
Also, you shouldn’t stand in front of me when waiting for a train.

About Sean Sandulak

Crazed recluse and sociophobe who has taken up writing after failing at everything else. Send pizza.