Age has a way of bringing certain things into
perspective. Take time for instance. When we are young time seems to drag but, as we grow older it seems to move
ever more quickly until looking back, we feel as though events that occurred
many years ago were as though only yesterday.
Yes, time is relative.
Perhaps it is the early onset of dementia but, I could have
sworn the glass of ice water beside my keyboard was full only a moment
ago. I filled it from the refrigerator
and brought it to my desk with the thought that I would want something to drink
shortly. It was full when I sat it
down. Now, at least a third of it is
gone. I am certain that I didn’t drink
it….or did I?
To look at my desk you would certainly wonder about me. It is cluttered with notes, printed
documents, mail, memorabilia, paperclips, pens, and well, just stuff. Much of it needs filed. Some is clutter that is undealt with due
to laziness I suppose. Yet, I know what
is here and where it should be. The
family leaves it alone – perhaps fearing what my reaction might be, but also
with the knowledge that it is mine, I put it there and I know where it is.
Things have moved.
It happened just this afternoon. I got up from my desk to do something – I don’t
even remember what it was – and when I returned my “stuff” wasn’t the
same. I couldn’t put my finger on it at
the time, but something was moved. There
was no one here but me.
I know that I’m not losing my mind. In fact, today was a productive day. I office from home and today was an office
day. I accomplished numerous tasks that
had been on my to-do list for weeks. It
being the first work day of a new year may have helped to motivate me. After all, starting the year right is the
right thing to do isn’t it?
I really don’t know what accomplishing a lot of work today
has to do with a sane mind, but it makes sense to me. After all, if I was going crazy I wouldn’t be
able to do my job would I? Hmmmm….maybe
they are unrelated. Then why do I feel
this uneasiness?
I look around my desk and again spy the glass of ice
water. It is almost empty now except for
the melting ice sitting in a lump in the glass.
That always annoyed me since I like to chew the ice. That one giant chunk of fused cubes is
difficult to chew. You have to bite off
pieces before you can crunch down on them.
But, I’m distracted. Why is the
glass now almost empty? Am I so
distracted with my thoughts that I don’t even remember taking a drink?
Suddenly I am cold. I
was cold earlier. In fact, as I think
about it, I got cold about the time I noticed that something had been moved on
my desk. I was shivering. It has been colder outside today so, I got up
and checked the thermostat. It was set
on 72 – right where it should have been.
I put on slippers and a sweatshirt and drank a cup of hot
chocolate. That warmed me up. Now I am still wearing the slippers and
sweatshirt but, again, I’m cold. I am
almost shivering. The thermostat hasn’t
been moved and the temperature in the house is still 72.
The thought crosses my mind that I am having a paranormal
experience. I have heard it said that
the temperature drops when a “ghost” is present in the room. It interests me that I have such a thought
since I long ago completely dismissed the idea of ghosts. I don’t believe in them.
That’s not to say that I don’t believe in other things that
might be considered to belong to the Spiritual Realm because I do. I believe in angels and demons. I believe in the Holy Spirit. I believe there are many things that are
completely unexplainable in the physical but are real nonetheless. I believe there are spiritual connections
between individuals. If anyone is paying
attention it seems obvious. After all,
how many times have you received a phone call from someone you had been
thinking of only moments before – someone that just popped into your mind for
no apparent reason?
But, the missing water is physical – not spiritual. The moved items on the desk – I still haven’t
quite put my finger on what exactly – are physical. I’m either crazy, or someone is messing with
me. That is the only explanation. I’m obviously crazy since no one else is
around.
I think that I shall embrace this craziness. Why not?
Anyone can be normal. It takes
someone special to be crazy.
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