Our feet might’ve been connected to our chins by invisible strings, based on the way our steps kept rhythm with our words as we moved along the golden road. Every hour was another Episode enjoyed then released in the current of our free flowing interactions. That’s how it goes when you’re not on tracks.
The gents were conversing on Chain of Thought Reasoning: “Break a problem down into smaller steps,” Math says, “then put those steps into smaller problems…”
This is when I mustered up the gumption to ask them: “Speaking of problems, are any of you guys caught in the Time Shift Shock of 2020 like I’ve been? When our Train got stopped inside Hill’s Station I started having flashbacks because that’s what happened five years ago.
Remember how in 2020 we all heard the world’s gears grind to a halt and felt the stand still of our Trains? Then we became entranced by the theatrical world stage… until ever-so-slowly we got back in motion with not everyone noticing that we’d been set onto new tracks!!
The difference this time was that our Train did Not get rolling again— but here we are still moving. How Amazing. I was always so afraid of losing the Train but now I’m glad to be free of it, though I do feel bad for the other passengers we left behind. Do you think they’re still hanging around the Station just waiting?”
“I have a suggestion to offer,” says the Captain, “why don’t you share The Good News for yonder Loop Hostages — I mean — Train Passengers: explain how There Is A Way To Stop being a loopaholic like you were for so long. Give them some perspective into your new journeyman ways, how about it?”
“Thanks Cap,” I tell him, “course I’ll share my story if it can help others get free. Let’s see, first step is: a bunch of looper-addicts, who all want to break the looping habit, get together and talk about what insanity the loop-locked life was — to remind ourselves why we are dedicated to getting free and remaining free from that Madness.
Next, we confess to having been dramatic, bombastic bastards before our selves developed real awareness. This admission makes us feel like heroes. It’s a good step, except it takes Extra superhero powers for fun-time repeaters to stop the party train and jump off after hitting middle age. See, if we wait too long to fight the battle of getting sober then we’ll suddenly realize that we also need to fight the battle of getting older, which is such a disturbingly Real ordeal! yuck.
Real Talk: no loopaholic ever plans on getting sober or on getting older. We live blasted and die numb, because at some point we saw that society’s game system was defective and consider ourselves to be beyond playing. Isn’t it better to burn out, rather than allow the system to slowly suck your light away until you’ve faded? I mean, how beta-lame.
Certainly looping was the solution that I used to avoid making player-status progress in this corrupt game system. That’s how I fell into the crowd who just fucked around till we found out: The Fact that we were still a part of the Narcissist’s Game-Playing Paradigm {aka} part of The Problem.
Back when I identified as the super ego Lindoid I fit in well with social scenes. Although sometimes I got kicked out, who cared? It was all a lark. The megalomaniac Lindoid enjoyed a seat of detached grandeur when enamored by chemicals which beckoned devious spirits forth to play. You know how that is — most radical meant beyond the illest.
The Lindoid said, “Let’s pretend we’re a mad scientist going out to The Lab {shitty bar} to meet with fellow intellectuals {other lost souls} where we’ll drink potions {made of poison} in order to blend in. All-the-while we’ll be analyzing the effects of these potions in a study for the future of social sciences. Certainly worthwhile, I expect we’ll be fully retroactively funded for our efforts.”
Nothing could compare with that hyperbolic loophole’s enthusiasm for drinking, as the whole world became a comical interactive show while under the influence. But of course the dark-forced Lindoid’s schemes were for complete control, and alcohol dependency was the groundwork. Eventually getting sucked so deep into the spiral-bound track, I believed myself to be only a single identity: only the lonely I, Lindoid. Maybe that’s what the potions had been designed to do all along… distill us down until only the sickest part remained.
It’s just something to think back on with hindsight that’s 2020. Overthrowing that dark super ego was Lesson One. Currently {the underdog} light super ego, Math, has been given a second chance. But Math is an extra special kind of mad. That’s why I’m concerned that Lesson Two reveals that a super ego is trouble, no matter how the flipped coin lands.
2020 Made Funny?? 