So, I ask, what else do I do to keep it fun here in the inner
playground when the elsewhere isn't as much funas it should be?
Sometimes, I reply, I just count.
How many steps between this and that? How many breaths from here
to there?
I count people, I count cars, I count whatever will count enough
to keep me counting.
If that's not fun enough, I estimate. 67 steps to the bench. 24
chews to finish the salad. 138 heartbeats from here to the
end of the article. And if that's not fun enough, I place
my bets. An ice cream cone or similarly unjustifiable expenditure
if I make it to the door of the store in exactly 100 strides.
Sometimes I talk to myselves.
I personally have had ornate lecture halls built wherever my selves
gather so that I might, when need be, astound my self with my wit.
Make myself laugh, wherever I am. Give myself standing ovations
whenever so moved.
Deservedly so. Because on the inner lecture circuit I am widely
known for my motivational speaking. I talk with a clarity and fluidity
and practiced elegance that can capture the heart and mind of my
inner audience. My words sound as well-rehearsed as a long-running
play, and it's all improvisation! I can speak with equal authority,
about truth and God, money and power, love and sex, sex and sex
-- and I don't really have to know what I'm talking about until
I hear myself saying it.
When I'm not speaking to myseslves, I sometimes find it absolutely
hilarious simply to attend to one of my many open rehearsals, with
myself eveso versatilly starring as actor and audience and everybody
I need to be talking to.
I have become a big time entertainment industry, all by myself.
Billion dollar Summer blockbuster? I can illustrate my lectures
with spectaculars whose production values make Hollywood seem like
a cottage industry. Million-acre amusement park? What Disneyland
can compare to the attractions awaiting me in my inner playgrounds? |
