Walking through the mall lost my own mind I break from trance at the sight of a passer-by “Hey I know that guy?”…..I pause my current train of thought to scroll back through memory for the time and place I had possibly become acquainted with said gentleman, perhaps a name… nope, nothing …”hmpf?”
“Back to that thing I was thinking about before, where was I…Hey…Now I’m sure I know that woman that just passed by, her face was so familiar.” I search the files again but there’s no recollection of any past history linking me to the lady of question
I toss aside that thing I was thinking about earlier and take time to watch the other mall patrons busy on their way to the places and things they have to do. Perhaps about 25% are people I could pick out of a police lineup as people I had already met earlier in life, but never any place or name, nothing even on the tip of my tongue, just familiar, nameless faces. Déjà vu? Is that what we call this?
I just recently relocated to a different city so this mall and its patron’s should all be brand new and fresh. But it’s just repeats? Nameless repeating faces?
I’m a person that currently sits on the cusp of science and religion and this whole quantum thingy, we’re all energy and we control everything in our universe, we create it as we go based on things we’ve been taught by past generations. I find myself trying to solve this puzzle when I make such realizations as these strangers with familiar faces.
I remember back to when I was a young boy traveling shotgun in my father’s old , rusted out Ford half ton and he’d curse the music on the radio as being a remake of a song from his childhood. Life started to repeat for him as he got older, the same basic song slightly altered to?…fill a gap?…because the radio has to play music, right?
Now I’m older and the same repetition is happening. For instance when I was young the release of the movie Batman was huge! Michael Keaton as Batman, Jack Nicholson as the Joker, Prince did a song that broke records, designer ties, pants…oh god the pants…let’s move on.
I was young and the only real responsibility I had was to attend school and then have fun. When events like that movie came out the world turned into a rainbow of circus acts and sideshows. The characters were bright and colorful, comical, it was incredible and the lead up to the movie premier seemed to last forever. But I had the time then, when I was young, time to invest in the creation of the movies, circuses, vacations, amusement parks, all the wonderful wonderment of my world.
But as we’ve been taught, all that spectacular will come to an end when we pass to adulthood. So where am I now, what my current version of the world consist of?
The second Batman trilogy, except he’s a little darker this round, not so comical, a little more…adult? Spiderman #6 and Star Wars…again, same thing just newly tailored to my new cynical adult frame. I just took my 2 boys to see Jurassic Park only this time it was at the Imax…in 3D.
So who’s ultimately responsible for this? Should I curse the artists, the writers, the directors, the songwriters?
Or is it me? As I’ve grown my responsibilities have changed exactly as I had been told they would. Career, finances, economies and recessions, these things have taken a priority over fun. Characters in the movies are less fun maybe because I don’t have the time to create new colorful, exciting characters so I’ll just create something similar to what I have once in the past as it requires less effort because I need something to play at the theaters. I don’t have time to write new lyrics for songs so I’ll just switch the beat and mix old ones together because the radio must play.
I’ve been taught that there should be other people walking in the mall so perhaps I don’t have time to think up new and interesting faces for everyone. Maybe these familiar faces are just the ones I bring with me wherever I go, maybe I’m just filling in the gaps:)