every day you get a little whiter
Like most post offices, my post office has insane people handing out
their xeroxed newsletters about the masons and the zionists and the
aliens, and by and large these people confirm what Duane once told me,
that insanity is unendurably boring and tedious, but then every once in
a while turns up a gem. “Ma’am,” he says (and I must here admit to
having a weird affinity for being called ma’am, which at least hints at
the possibility of a civil conversation), he says “Ma’am, do you want to
live forever?” “No!” I said, genuinely unhappy with the idea of eternal
live. “Good! You’re one of the smart ones! It pays on you to be alive
forever, but no one looks at that end of it!” “Pays like vampires?”
“That’s what those people think, but they’re wrong! It makes you like
retarded, only more so, you can’t take care of yourself, you stop being
like a real person, and every day you get a little whiter. It’s hell! We
did that to my brother and it’s horrible, they told me it would take him
a few days to get used to being alive again but he never did! He just
sits in the basement and drools on himself and watches the television!”
“Isn’t that what most people do?” “Yes, I think that’s part of it, but
maybe not, that part I don’t know about, but here, take my newsletter
and just, I mean, just be careful, okay? Be careful when people ask you
about being alive forever.”
He then walked off nervously, across the street, where he started
talking to a couple at the bus station. I read some of the newsletter
while waiting in line to mail off mix cds, and it’s obvious the guy I
talked to didn’t do much of the writing, but the basic message was the
same: don’t agree to eternal life, it’s a scam.
I may do some research later; will update as needed.
(12:14.05.19.2005) [/ana] #