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THE WORLD OF LIFE.........
By Marcus Dino
Monday, January 19, 2009

Rated "PG" by the Author.

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A STRANGE WIERD AND WACKY WORLD IN ALL THAT FOG

I'M RUBBING MY SHOES I'M RUBBING MY SHOES I'M RUBBING MY SHOES...................................AND THE NEXT THING I KNOW I WAKE UP IN A DREAM WORLD WHERE I'M SITTING IN A BOAT TRAVELING ON SOME LONELY ISOLATED RIVER AND THERE'S THIS THICK FOG ALL AROUND ME.  I MEAN IT'S KIND OF LIKE THAT 'TULLY FOG' YOU SEE WHEN YOU'RE DRIVING REAL EARLY IN THE MORNING ON THE LA FREEWAYS EXCEPT IT'S LIKE A HUNDRED TIMES WORSE.I MEAN I LITERALLY HAVE TO PUT MY HAND TO MY FACE.  THANK GOODNESS THIS IS ONLY A DREAM AND IF MY BOAT CRASHES INTO SOMETHING I'LL BE ABLE TO WAKE UP IN MY BEDROOM IN MY CHILLY VAN NUYS APARTMENT.

AS MY BOAT SLOWLY GOES THRU THE THICK FOG I HEAR SOME STRANGE NOISE IN THE BACKGROUND.........IT SOUNDS LIKE SINGING......YOU KNOW LIKE FROM A CHOIR, BOTH MALE AND FEMALE VOICES......THE NOISE GETS LOUDER AND LOUDER AND I CAN HEAR THE WORDS TO THE MUSIC...........

THE WORLD OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE WORLD OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE WORLD OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE WORLD OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE MUSIC WAS SO WONDERFUL, JUST A NICE CHARMING RHYTHMETIC SOUND.  THEN EVEN A MORE AMAZING THING HAPPENED, THE FOG FINALLY STARTED GETTING THINNER AND ON THE RIVERBANK I COULD MAKE OUT THE FIGURE OF A TALL , HANDSOME, DISTINGUISHED LOOKING MIDDLE AGED MAN, DRESSED UP IN A NICE TAN SUIT AND TIE.  HE LOOKED ARABIC OR GREEK OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

HE SMILED AT ME, "WELCOME YOUNG LADY TO THE 'WORLD OF LIFE,' I AM BASSOU."

"BASSOU," I SMIRKED.  "SOUNDS A LITTLE BIT LIKE 'BASSOON.'  I DON'T UNDERSTAND, THE WORLD OF LIFE?  ISN'T THAT THE PLANET EARTH THAT I CURRENTLY .LIVE ON?  IS THIS LIKE AN 'ALTERNATE EARTH' OR STRANGE FOREIGN PLANET LIKE YOU KNOW WHERE MY BEST FRIEND ALOCKI IS FROM?"

BASSOU LAUGHED, " LET US SAY IT IS LIKE A 'SYNOPSIS' OF LIFE ON THE WORLD YOU CURRENTLY LIVE ON.  A SORT OF 'DIORAMA' OF THE PEOPLE AND THINGS YOU MEET EVERYDAY ON THE PLANET EARTH."

"OMIGOSH IT ISN'T 'MY TIME' YET IS IT?  I'M NOT GETTING THAT 'LIFE REVIEW' NONSENSE YET AM I?  I MEAN I'M STILL ONLY IN MY TWENTIES.  I JUST SAW A DOCTOR FOR A CHECKUP AND HE SAID I WAS IN PERFECT HEALTH.  ALOCKI WHO IS SMARTER THAN ANY EARTH DOCTOR ALSO CHECKED ME UP AND ALSO SAID I WAS IN PERFECT HEALTH.  DID ANYTHING HAPPEN TO ME?"

BASSOU LAUGHED AND PUT BOTH HIS HANDS IN FRONT OF HIM IN 'PUSH POSITION,' YOU KNOW, TO TELL ME TO TAKE IT EASY.  "NO NO NO FIFI......THIS IS NOT THAT 'PLACE.' YOU ARE STILL VERY HEALTHY AND VERY MUCH ALIVE.  THIS IS ANOTHER PLACE IN ANOTHER DIMENSION LOCATED IN THE DEEP CREVICES OF YOUR UNCONSIOUS MIND....."

"MY DARN UNCONSCIOUS 'RIGHT BRAIN,'" I GROWLED, "MY.....'RIGHT CEREBRAL HEMISPHERE'...' ALWAYS PUTTING ME IN THESE 'SILLY DREAMS.'  WHY LAST WEEK I HAD THIS SILLY DREAM I WAS RUNNING AWAY FROM A FIRE BREATHING DRAGON, ONLY TO GO INTO THIS ROOM AND SEE THIS OLD HAG CRITICIZING ME, THEN I GO BACK OUTSIDE AND SEE THE FIRE BREATHING DRAGON WEARING LIKE A WOMAN'S SKIRT.  I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THESE SILLY DREAMS MEAN.  WHY CAN'T MY RIGHT BRAIN GIVE ME GREAT IDEAS WHEN I GO TO SLEEP SO I CAN WOW THOSE CASTING DIRECTORS WHEN I WAKE UP AND FINALLY BE ABLE TO CONQUER HOLLYWOOD?  IF THIS IS GONNA BE ONE OF THOSE SILLY DREAMS I'M GONNA WAKE UP IN THE REAL WORLD IN MY COLD DULL VAN NUYS APARTMENT BEDROOM..."

I WAS JUST ABOUT TO PINCH MYSELF WHEN BASSOU PUT HIS HANDS UP AND SAID, "FIFI BEFORE YOU PINCH YOURSELF, PLEASE ENJOY THE SHOW...."

"ALLRIGHT," I GROWLED....."AT LEAST MY SILLY 'DREAMS' ARE MORE ENTERTAINING AND MAKE MORE SENSE THAN ALMOST ANY MOVIE OR TV SHOW MADE IN THE DOUBLE OS.  SO LET'S GET ON WITH IT, BUT HOPEFULLY IT DOESN'T TAKE TOO MUCH TIME.  I NEED TO FINISH MY BEAUTY SLEEP AND BE WELL RESTED FOR A LONG HARD DAYS WORK TOMMORROW.  AFTER I PUT IN MY STINT AS AN OVERWORKED UNDERPAID WAITRESS I'VE GOT A COMMERCIAL AUDITION WITH A CASTING DIRECTOR FOR A TOOTHPASTE COMMERCIAL.  I GUEST THE DIRECTOR LIKED MY PEARLY WHITE TEETH AFTER HE SAW MY GLOSSY.  IT'S SHAMEFUL HOW PEOPLE TODAY DON'T KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF THEIR TEETH.................."

 AS I BLAB ON I REALIZE I'M TALKING TO MYSELF BECAUSE I SEE 'BASSOU' WALKING BACK INTO THE MIST AND MY BOAT STARTS TAKING OFF AGAIN AND THEN I HEAR THAT WONDERFUL SONG AGAIN, YOU KNOW THOSE SAME STANZAS PALYING OVER AND OVER AGAIN.....

THE  TASTE OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE TASTE OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE TASTE OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE TASTE OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE BOAT KEEPS GOING DOWN RIVER BUT THEN SLOWS DOWN AND STOPS.  ON THE RIGHT BANK I SEE ANOTHER FIGURE COME OUT FROM THE MIST.   IT IS ANOTHER DISTIGUISHED WELL DRESSED MAN WHO APPEARED TO BE AROUND SIXTYISH.  HE SOLEMNLY LOOKED AT ME AND SAID.

I'M AN 'OPPRESSED MINORITY' IN THE UNITED STATES.  I'M A WHITE HETEROSEXUAL CHRISITAN MALE OVER 40.  I'M A VICTIM OF REVERSE SEXISM, REVERSE DISCRIMINATION, 'SEXUALITYISM,' 'RELIGIONISM,' 'AGEISM,'

THEN I HEARD THE CHOIR PEOPLE ALL SHOUT IN THE BACKGROUND

HE'S AN OPPRESSED MINORITY

HE'S AN OPPRESSED MINORITY

HE'S A WHITE,CHRISTIAN, HETEROSEXUAL MALE OVER 40

NOONE SHOULD BE DISCRIMINATED AGAINST

THE  THEME OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE THEME OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE THEME OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE  THEME  OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE BOAT TOOK OFF, THE FELLA WALKED BACK INTO THE MIST, AND I JUST CHUCKLED AND SHOOK MY HEAD......."'OPPRESSED MINORITY'........I LOOK AT ALL THESE BIG SHOT CEOS AND POLITICIANS WHO RULE OUR COUNTRY AND NOTICE MOST OF THEM ARE.........'WHITE MALES OVER 40.'"

THE BOAT STOPS AGAIN AND THIS TIME COMING OUT OF THE MIST ON THE RIGHT BANK I SEE A HEAVY SET LOOKING MIDDLE AGED LADY COME OUT OF THE MIST, "EHHHHH FIFI I AM PART OF THE WORKING CLASS FIFI.  MY HUSBAND IS ALSO PART OF THE WORKING CLASS.  I CLEAN YOUR DIRTY APARTMENTS AND HOMES FIFI.  MY HUSBAND TENDS TO YOUR GARDENS, HE COOKS YOUR MEALS IN THE RESTARAUNTS, HE FIXES YOUR ROOFS WHEN THEY LEAK.  I MAKE YOUR GARMENTS AND CLOTHES IN HOT DIRTY FILTHY SWEATSHOPS FOR PENNIES.  AND WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE FIFI?  A RICH SPOILED PRINCESS/ ACTRESS WHO WILL STEP ON WORKING PEOPLE LIKE US WHEN YOU BECOME A BIG SHOT EH FIFI?  BUT MY SON WILL BE A DOCTOR OR LAWYER WHEN HE GROWS UP.  HE WILL NOT WORK HARD FOR A LIVING.  LIFE WILL BE EASIER FOR HIM.  THERE WILL BE FEWER PEOPLE WHO WILL CLEAN YOUR TOILETS IN THE FUTURE FIFI."

THE VOICES THEN START SHOUTING

SHE'S PART OF THE WORKING CLASS FIFI

YOU NEED TO RESPECT HER

YOU NEED TO RESPECT HER

THE SOUNDS OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE SOUNDS  OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE SOUNDS  OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE SOUNDS OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

I DON'T KNOW WHAT LADY WAS TALKING ABOUT.  I RESPECT ALL 'WORKING PEOPLE.'  RIGHT NOW I'M DEFINITELY A MEMBER OF THE 'WORKING CLASS.'  I MEAN I WORK EVERY DAY AS A WAITRESS AND I'M LIKE A GRADUATE OF AN IVY LEAGUE CALIBER COLLEGE.  I DON'T KNOW ANYONE ELSE WHO WENT TO A PRESTIGIOUS COLLEGE AND WORKS AS A WAITER OR WAITRESS.  WELL I DID MEET A BOY WHO SAID HE WAS A RECENT DARTMOUTH GRADUATE AND WORKED AS AN ASSISTANT RESTAURAUNT MANAGER AT A LOCAL BENNY'S.  BUT THE FELLOW WAS IN MANAGEMENT, HE WASN'T A WAITER.

THE BOAT TAKES OFF AND A FEW MINUTES LATER STOPS AT BANK WITH A LARGE MAGNIFICENT OAK TREE OVERLOOKING IT.  OUT OF THE FOG THREE YOUNG FELLAS COME OUT.  ONE FELLA IS ASIAN.  THE OTHER FELLA LOOKS TO BE HISPANIC AND THE THIRD FELLA, HE LOOKS LIKE THE TALLEST BIGGEST FELLA I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE IS AFRICAN AMERICAN.  THEY QUIETLY STARE AT ME, ARMS FOLDED.

"MY NAME IS DOUG CHIN," THE ASIAN FELLA GROWLS.  "YEAH I'M A LAWYER BUY YOU KNOW WHAT EVERYBODY THINKS, I'M  A SCIENTIST OR DOCTOR OR ENGINEER.  PEOPLE AREN'T USED TO SEEING ASIAN LAWYERS, WE LIVE IN SUCH A STEREOTYPED SOCIETY.  THE OTHER DAY SOME GUY JUST 'BOWED' AT ME WHEN HE WALKED BY ME."

"I'M AN ACCOUNTANT, A CPA, MY NAME IS MARK PADILLA," THE HISPANIC FELLA SAID.  "YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AT THE SUPERMARKET THE OTHER DAY?   I'M JUST LOOKING TIGHT WEARING A CASUAL TSHIRT AND JEANS.  OUT OF NOWHERE THIS.........LADY......PUSHING A GROCERY CART COMES UP TO ME AND SAYS, 'HERE BOY, CAN YOU HELP ME WITH MY GROCERIES.  I'LL GIVE YOU FIVE BUCKS.'   I JUST LOOK AT THE LADY, SMILE, AND SHAKE MY HEAD AS SHE JUST KEEPS ON STARING AT ME WHILE I WALK OUT THE STORE.  IT'S 2009 AND THIS LADY CALLS ME, AN ADULT CPA , 'BOY.'  SHE THOUIGHT I WAS ONE OF THE GROCERY BAGGERS."

FINALLY THE BIG AFRICAN AMERICAN GUY STARTS TALKING, AT FIRST REAL SLOW LIKE.   "I'M AN ACTOR JUST LIKE YOU WANT TO BE.  I GRADUATED TOP OF MY CLASS FROM JULLIARD A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO.  MY NAME IS MARCELLUS CANBY.  YOU'RE COMPLAINING ABOUT GRADUATING QUINCY AND WORKING AS A WAITRESS.  WELL I TEND BAR.  I'VE BEEN TO SO MANY DARN AUDITIONS AND HAVE BEEN DOWN FOR SO MANY ROLES I CAN'T EVEN KEEP COUNT.  YOU KNOW WHAT KIND OF 'ROLES' I GET? I GET ROLES TO BE A PIMP, A DRUG PUSHER, A PROFESSIONAL ATHLETE, A CRACK ADDICT, STEREOTYPED ROLES BECAUSE I HAPPEN TO BE BLACK.  I ONLY HAD AUDITIONED FOR ONE DECENT NONSTEREOTYPICAL ROLE, THAT OF BEING A YOUNG UP AND COMING STOCKBROKER IN AN UPCOMING PILOT ABOUT YOUNG WHIZ KIDS WORKING ON WALL STREET.  OF COURSE THEY GAVE THAT ROLE TO A WHITE BOY.   I WAS PROBABLY JUST A 'TOKEN' AUDITION TO SATISY AFFIRMATIVE ACTION.     SO YOU BEST NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT BEING A WAITRESS."

I JUST SHOOK MY HEAD AT THESE THREE GUYS.  "I'M SORRY I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE THIS NONSENSE IS STILL GOING ON IN 2009."

AS MY BOAT LEAVES DOUG YELLS, "DO YOU WANT ME TO PULL YOUR RICKSHA?"  MARK YELLS, "DO YOU WANT ME TO PICK YOUR LETTUCE?"  MARCELLUS SCOWLS AT ME, RUNS INTO THE WATER UP TO MY BOAT AND SHOUTS, "DO YOU WANT ME TO PICK YO COTTON?"    HE THEN WALKED BACK TO THE BANK AND WITH THE OTHERS DISSAPEARED INTO THE MIST.   THE BOAT TOOK OFF AGAIN.  I MUST ADMIT I WAS A BIT SCARED.  I UNDERSTAND THE FRUSTRATION THOSE THREE WERE GOING THROUGH BUT THEY NEED TO UNDERSTAND ALL THE FRUSTRATION I WENT THROUGH TOO, BEING A NAIVE YOUNG GEN Y GIRL AND PEOPLE TRYING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME.

AS THE BOAT TAKES OFF I HEAR THE PEOPLE SHOUTING IN THE DISTANCE

STEREOTYPES AND DISCRIMINATION STILL EXIST FIFI, WE NEED TO END THESE PROBLEMS NOW SO WE CAN ALL LIVE IN A HARMONIUS SOCIETY.

THE GAME OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE GAME OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE GAME OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE GAME OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

MY COAT KEEPS ON GOING DOWN THE RIVER FOR QUITE A WELL.  IT'S REALLY EERIE HOW THERE'S NOT A SOUND, LIKE THERE'S NO ANIMAL LIFE, JUST A COOL FOGGY MIST.  I AM WEARING A WHITE JACKET OVER MY BLOUSE SO AT LEAST I'M NOT CHILLY.  THE BOAT FINALLY STOPS AT LARGE AND BEHIND A DENSE BRUSH OF TREES COMES OUT OF THE MIST................THE MOST STRANGEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN, A LARGE.....FLOATING HUMAN BRAIN. IT LOOKS KIND OF MONSTROUS LIKE, YOU KNOW LIKE ONE OF THOSE STINGING 'MAN OF WARS' YOU FIND IN THE WATER, EXCEPT THERE'S NO TENTACLES, JUST THE LEFT BRAIN, RIGHT BRAIN, AND 'PRIMITIVE BRAIN,' OR BRAIN STEM. 

THE BRAIN STARTS TALKING.  A SOOTHING FEMALE VOICE.  "I AM ALL THOUGHT FIFI, ALL INTELLECT.  WHEN IT REALLY COMES DOWN TO IT FIFI, THAT'S ALL LIFE REALLY IS, THE FUNCTIONS OF THE BRAIN. THERE'S REALLY THREE ENTITIES IN ME, THE LEFT BRAIN, RIGHT BRAIN, AND PRIMITIVE BRAIN.  WE ALL HAVE OUR SPECIAL FUNCTIONS.  THE FUNCTIONS OF THE LEFT BRAIN ARE LOGICAL, THE FUNCTIONS OF THE RIGHT BRAIN ARE EMOTIONAL AND CREATIVE.  THE PRIMITIVE BRAIN CONTROLS THINGS LIKE BREATHING AND HEARTRATE AND BASIC EMOTIONS.  .  WE KIND OF BICKER AND ARGUE WITH EACH OTHER.  FINALLY WE ALL AGREE WITH ONE ANOTHER WHEN WE MAKE A DECISION.  THAT'S WHY PEOPLE NEED SOME TIME BEFORE THEY MAKE A DECISION.  ALL THEIR 'BRAINS' HAVE TO AGREE WITH ONE ANOTHER." THE BIG BRAIN THEN JUST FLOATED UP INTO THE AIR LIKE A BIG BALLOON AND DISAPPEARED INTO THE MIST.  I JUST CHUCKLED.  SO ALL THAT EATING AND BREATHING AND DRINKING AND GOING TO THE BATHROOM AND ALL THESE ORGANS AND THESE MUSCLES AND ALL THIS 'BLOOD' IS JUST MADE TO 'FEED' THAT DARN THING IN OUR HEAD.  A BIG SHELL WITH TWO LEGS AND TWO FEET AND A HEAD THAT COVERS AND PROTECTS THE BRAIN, THAT'S WHAT WE ARE......

THE BRAIN IS LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE BRAIN IS LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE BRAIN IS LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE BRAIN IS LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE BOAT TOOK OFF AND AFTER A LITTLE WHILE I NOTICED THAT THE TERRAIN ON THE RIVERBANKS STARTED TO CHANGE.  IT SEEMED THAT THE RIVER WAS LEAVING A FOREST AND NOW GOING THRU A SWAMP, I NOTICED THIS BY HOW THE TREES ON THE RIVERBANK STARTED TO CHANGE.  THE BANKS GOT NARROWER AND NARROWER.  FINALLY THERE WAS NO RIVER AT ALL, JUST A BOGGY FOGGY SWAMP.  I JUST SAT THERE, LOOKING AT THE BLACK SKY.  THERE WAS NOT ONE SINGLE STAR IN THE SKY.  THEN OUT OF THE LIGHT FOG I SAW A SMALL MYSTERIOUS SHADOWY FIGURE HEADING TOWARD THE BOAT.  IT WAS THE FIGURE OF A LITTLE GIRL.  AS THE LITTLE GIRL I RECOGNIZED............OMIGOSH IT WAS ME WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL.  THE GIRL WALKED TO THE FRONT OF THE BOAT, STARED AT ME FOR A FEW SECONDS, AND SAID: "FIFI I'M YOUR UNCONSCIOUS SELF, THE 'LITTLE GIRL' IN YOU.  I'M YOUR 'ID,' YOUR PLEASURE CENTER.  FIFI YOU WANT TO BE SUCCESSFUL BUT YOU NEED TO THINK ABOUT, YOU NEED TO THINK ABOUT OTHERS......" WITH THAT LITTLE SPEECH MY 'ID' TURNED AROUND AND SLOWLY WALKED AWAY INTO THE MIST.  OF COURSE I THEN HEARD THE VOICES

THERE'S A 'LITTLE GIRL' AND 'LITTLE BOY' IN ALL OF US FIFI.  THEY STAY WITHIN US FOREVER.

THE WORLD OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE WORLD OF LIFE, LIFE, L.IFE

THE WORLD OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE WORLD OF LIFE, LIFE, LIFE

THE NEXT THING I KNOW I'M FEELING DIZZY AND MY HEAD IS SPINNING AND RIGHT BEFORE I 'BLACK OUT' I CAN HEAR BASSOU'S VOICE IN THE DISTANCE

"HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR TRIP.  DID YOU LEARN ANYTHING?"

I THEN WAKE UP IN MY CHILLY OLD VAN NUYS APARTMENT BEDROOM.  I SLEEPILY LOOK AT THE CLOCK.  IT SAYS THREE A.M. "I MOST CERTAINLY DID BASSOU, I MOST CERTAINLY DID." I THEN GO BACK TO SLEEP.

 

 

 

 

                                 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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