Circus Kids-People Watch #3

Sorry I 'm late with this, I wasn't sure I would see anyone that piqued my interest this week and luckily I did.
Person watched: Guy asleep in a chair. He has on a white wife beater black basketball shorts and tattoos cover his legs and arms...like sleeves and socks.
We live in a time where every thing is new and there isn't anything money can't buy.  I mean anything. People aren't people but rather ramped up over sexed versions of themselves: we call them "Codes". Everyone thought that we would have flying cars and cities under glass domes on planets in distant galaxies. Some of it is true, we live in a world of freaks and I am one more freak in it. We made contact some fifty years ago and it was pretty messy before we all settled in for the ride. Everybody has pretty much chosen their packs, colonies or what have you. Me, I'm Barnum, a circus kid and I will be your guide through the new world.

My story is not simple or easy. The ending is not happy. No this isn't a spoiler, just my point of view. While I am a master of illusion I don't mystify myself when it comes to the reality of situations. It all began in 2012 when the disasters were just getting started. Tornadoes, wildfires, earthquakes, tsunamis, you name it, it happened. Everybody was arguing with everybody. Our world leaders were not held in the highest regard. The world was slowly spiraling out of control. Wars were brewing and people were tired of it all. Fast forward 10 years. Japan was gone, completely wiped off the map. It was unreal the number of natural disaster that hit them in such a short time. There were survivors but not many. Nuclear war was not a threat but a reality and a series of major health epidemics had spread across major continents. Populations were reduced to near extinction. People became afraid of one another. Then the Doctor was born. The government had fallen by this time and wars were going on across the fifty states to determine who would lead the people. The Doctor offered the promise of the perfect human who would never fail us. Who would always be intelligent enough to lead and make the best choices. Higher Beings, as they came to be known. It all seemed like it was working the wars stopped. People got sick less and there was food. Then the women stopped getting pregnant. The children that were born were different, unnatural. They grew at accelerated rates and learned things faster than a normal person ever could. They were the beginning of the non-human.  The human or "Gods Hand" as they called themselves lived in a colony outside the town. They grew their own food and made their own clothing, they considered themselves completely independent. Now my people the Circus Kids.

We are not born naturally. Products of the Intelligents, unfortunately we are flawed merchandise. We're smart but not enough. Prone to the most undesirable of human traits, lacking in high level thinking, basically we are the epitome of con men and women, criminals: highly sexual beings who will use sex or any other tool in our arsenal to win our victim over.

Most Circus Kids are covered in what everyone else sees as tattoos but they are really what separate us from one another. I was lifed by Jules, his family is the wealthiest and most skilled among the Kids. We organize all the shows and write the best swerve programs out. Swerve programs? I'll explain those later they have a purpose that you don't need to concern yourself with just yet.

End....For Now

So that is what I came up with for the guy I saw. I think I should say that none of these stories or short burst of imaginative thought are organized or sketched out prior to me getting on WordPress. I literally see a person think up a fitting story byline then don't come back to it until I am ready to post. So if they seem rough or haphazard and disorganized....sorry. They are honestly written with the thoughts that come to me as I write them.  Until next time.

Why Aren't Writers Rockstars?

So I sat and watched some of my favorite cooking shows ( idiot box alert-no writing happening) and started to wonder, why aren't writers rock stars? I'm just saying-IJS.... We are cool people. Aren't we? Our words have inspired some of pop cultures biggest crazes. Hello....Hogwarts, Lord of the Rings. Books and reading are and for a long time have been associated with being geeky, crazy cat ladies and people who lack social prowess. The stereotypes do live on in movies and sometimes among our precious written words. It amazes me that chefs have become these awesomely cool people who show us how to fry cheese and put some tasty sauce on top that they guarantee will wow our family and friends. Rock stars have long been associated with rock musicians who gyrate themselves across the stage in unique ways. Writers are often seen as highly educated, brooding, drinkers who only consume themselves with all things associated with the written word...NOT!!!!

I do love my drinks...well I do. I also love stiletto heels, leather jackets, funky bags and over the top eye shadow. I love partying until the sun comes up and riding/driving fast in luxury cars. I can tell a joke that makes everyone laugh...even the people that didn't hear it. I love cute boys....very cute boys. I walk in stores and people find me so infectious that they want to give me things or just be near me. I can tell you how to organize those words in your head to get your girlfriend back, that job to give you a second interview, or a professional way to say_ _ _K you. Rockstars learned how to be cool from me, from us. The characters of a writer can drive people to want to emulate those persona in real life, Tyler Durden...do I really need more. How many people do you know that can speak elvish? My best friend wore a Hogwarts pin ans scarf to a Harry Potter premier.  Bridgette Jones allowed us all to feel okay about being a little chubby and getting the cute guy and now Christian Grey has set the bar for the men in our lives. Who knew we were so inhibited. Sookie Stackhouse makes us all want to live in the bayou of Bon Temps. So when you pose in that photo for the back of your book be sure to put your Rockstar on.

Google will TAKE OVER your imagination....

So the new Google Glasses are ready for the world. They boast the ability to run video, take pictures and provide audio all from the perspective of the user. So is it narcissism to pay 1500.00 for this lightweight gadget all so you can share your point of view or is it just plain cool? I hear the hater hiss....I do but fret not Google gadget loving friends: I love technology and I think these are the coolest things I've seen in a while. This does not mean I want to own a pair. What this means is that I am savvy enough to know that I am not that interesting and I simply don't think I do cool things that people would care about. Although, I bet if I set some music to my scooping out the cat litter box and wore the glasses I could make people think that I was the craziest coolest poop scooper in the world. In having a gadget like this and many other things that put us in a clicks reach to someone else world I have to ask have we lost the ability to use our imaginations to tell stories? It seems everything we take in these days is rooted in reality and imagination is an afterthought or some mundane interpretation that is tied to the reality. I am floored at times by the amount of reality television shows that flood our idiot boxes (televisions, I love television). The History Channel makes me pretty sad because it no longer teaches me any history but I do know about logging, ice road trucking, and swamp people. Mind you, there are people who have no idea who Nancy Pelosi or Abraham Lincoln is. Some even think old Abe really was fighting those pesky vampires. As humans have we lost our ability to insert the magic in our stories to make them sparkle? Do we need to be so rooted in reality that we become narcissist? I have to say yes. I have to. It is not often that we get things that are totally rooted in fantasy. I think that is one of the elements that made Harry Potter so great. All those wonderful characters and beast sprang from J.K Rowling's imagination, Google glasses not used. She took time to see the world she lived in as some place else and the things and people around her from a different perspective. The fantastical is around us, in every blink if you take the time to pull our glasses up and see the world for more than just the concrete tangible place that we allow ourselves to interpret it to be. I meet new spies, kung-fu masters, aliens, talking trees, power lifting ants, ship wrecked bumble bees and car surfing ants every day. Look past yourself to see the possibilities the world can offer. Let go of reality and let your imagination wow you for a little bit.