Prisoner of the Mind, Keeper of the Dark
Journal: May 7th, 11:25pm
"As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being." - Carl Jung, "Memories, Dreams, Reflections", 1962
What a glorious day. You couldn't of asked for better weather. The sun was bright and warm. There was a cool refreshing breeze that was just strong enough to keep the air from being stagnant. The previous bout of rain has started to bring everything to life. The trees are starting to bud, the grass is turning green, flowers are starting to sprout. These are the days that make your heart soar, helping to remind you just how lucky you are to be alive.
Of course I would of been able to give you a first hand account of all this if I hadn't been lurking deep within my personal dungeon, my sanctuary from the outside world. I'm very much a creature of the night, thus I tend to sleep through the better part of the day. The few windows that allow me a glimpse of the outside world are covered over to protect me from the disruptive morning light, that might otherwise wake me up out of my slumber. I'm fond of the dark and I seldom even use artificial lighting, preferring to stumble instead through the darkness.
My roommate John often returns home from work to find me working away in the dark with only the warm glow of the computer monitor to light my environment. Typically he'll curse the darkness and throw on a few lights, to which I usually protest due to the temporary blindness it causes, as my eyes try to re-adjust. My response is not unlike that of a nocturnal animal that's hiding place has been revealed, causing it to hiss at the light with detest, out of fear and sheer annoyance.
John likes to give me an account about the life I'm missing outside of my lair. He's even started to refer to me as "The Crypt Keeper", which I wear proudly like a badge of honour. I don't see what the big deal is. Yes I seldom get exercise. Yes I spend most of my day glued to the T.V or computer. Yes the majority of my interaction with the outside world is artificial. What's the worst that can happen besides getting fat, pasty white, becoming maniacally depressed,
For the better part of the afternoon I sat glued to the television. I was watching a documentary called "Super Size Me" by Morgon Spurlock, and given the current state I was in this couldn't of been a more motivating movie. The sad thing is that during the first part of the movie I kept thinking 'man, I could sure go for a burger right now', but as the movie worn on I realized just how much it spoke to my present state of my life, both physically and mentally. I probably could've been a poster child for his documentary. I kept waiting for Morgon to say 'just ask my friend Bryan here he knows all about this' as he ranted on about the appalling statistics which include:
I decided to pause the movie to grab a bite to eat. The movie in the form of guilt motivated my meal selection... a ham & cheese sandwich with tomato, lettuce and a small wad of low fat mayo, which based on the contents of the fridge was as healthy as this meal was going to get. I poured a glass of water, no sense finishing the last can of pop this early in the day. I settled back down in front of the tube with my quasi healthy lunch, hit play and continued my education for the day.
Entertained, full and feeling somewhat lethargic I decided to mull over my thoughts about my future, present situation and state of mind. My mind was wondering over all the details and in this moment of deep contemplation I ended drifting off to sleep, only to be rudely woken up by blinding lights and a bellowing voice stating "Holy crap Crypt Keeper, turn on some friggin' lights for a change".
"As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being." - Carl Jung, "Memories, Dreams, Reflections", 1962
What a glorious day. You couldn't of asked for better weather. The sun was bright and warm. There was a cool refreshing breeze that was just strong enough to keep the air from being stagnant. The previous bout of rain has started to bring everything to life. The trees are starting to bud, the grass is turning green, flowers are starting to sprout. These are the days that make your heart soar, helping to remind you just how lucky you are to be alive.
Of course I would of been able to give you a first hand account of all this if I hadn't been lurking deep within my personal dungeon, my sanctuary from the outside world. I'm very much a creature of the night, thus I tend to sleep through the better part of the day. The few windows that allow me a glimpse of the outside world are covered over to protect me from the disruptive morning light, that might otherwise wake me up out of my slumber. I'm fond of the dark and I seldom even use artificial lighting, preferring to stumble instead through the darkness.
My roommate John often returns home from work to find me working away in the dark with only the warm glow of the computer monitor to light my environment. Typically he'll curse the darkness and throw on a few lights, to which I usually protest due to the temporary blindness it causes, as my eyes try to re-adjust. My response is not unlike that of a nocturnal animal that's hiding place has been revealed, causing it to hiss at the light with detest, out of fear and sheer annoyance.
John likes to give me an account about the life I'm missing outside of my lair. He's even started to refer to me as "The Crypt Keeper", which I wear proudly like a badge of honour. I don't see what the big deal is. Yes I seldom get exercise. Yes I spend most of my day glued to the T.V or computer. Yes the majority of my interaction with the outside world is artificial. What's the worst that can happen besides getting fat, pasty white, becoming maniacally depressed,
For the better part of the afternoon I sat glued to the television. I was watching a documentary called "Super Size Me" by Morgon Spurlock, and given the current state I was in this couldn't of been a more motivating movie. The sad thing is that during the first part of the movie I kept thinking 'man, I could sure go for a burger right now', but as the movie worn on I realized just how much it spoke to my present state of my life, both physically and mentally. I probably could've been a poster child for his documentary. I kept waiting for Morgon to say 'just ask my friend Bryan here he knows all about this' as he ranted on about the appalling statistics which include:
- "Eachday, 1 in 4 Americans visits a fast food restaurant"
- "You would have to walk for seven hours straight to burn off a Super Sized Coke, fry and Big Mac"
- "One in every three children born in the year 2000 will develop diabetes in their lifetime"
- "Before most children can speak they can recognize McDonald's"
- "Left unabated, obesity will surpass smoking as the leading cause of preventable death in America" - all quotes from www.supersizeme.com
I decided to pause the movie to grab a bite to eat. The movie in the form of guilt motivated my meal selection... a ham & cheese sandwich with tomato, lettuce and a small wad of low fat mayo, which based on the contents of the fridge was as healthy as this meal was going to get. I poured a glass of water, no sense finishing the last can of pop this early in the day. I settled back down in front of the tube with my quasi healthy lunch, hit play and continued my education for the day.
Entertained, full and feeling somewhat lethargic I decided to mull over my thoughts about my future, present situation and state of mind. My mind was wondering over all the details and in this moment of deep contemplation I ended drifting off to sleep, only to be rudely woken up by blinding lights and a bellowing voice stating "Holy crap Crypt Keeper, turn on some friggin' lights for a change".
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