What helps me get through the day, walking from one side of campus to the other, is imagining being the main character in a brilliantly schemed intro title sequence to a movie. There’d be a arrangement of freeze frames and panning, followed by an elaborate play of text that introduces the credits and characters. It’s like living in the same movie but all instances change– new passerbys, one day I’m hostile, another day I’m kind, there’s a school tour…everyday has its new set of instances. Beyond that, I control the music. I envision how the sequence goes. I am in complete control. Then I get to my destination and I wish I can repeat it all over again, complete the same difference all over again. But, I remind my self that I’ll get another peaceful 5-7 minutes tomorrow. For at least an hour of my day, because of this, I am at peace. I cherish those moments. Ripping heads, stepping on squirrels, peeling bark off trees and all other things evoking destruction aren’t a part of my agenda
Then there was yesterday, I didn’t get my peace. Instead, I got people bumping heads with me, inconsiderate creeps who block the narrow alleys, people screaming “Tisha!” at the top of their lungs, 3 feet away from my left ear, people pushing my buttons with their haughty remarks and nobody who wanted to listen to a word I was saying. I felt like exploding yesterday. Squirrels’ lives were at risk. People who left their cups of coffee unoccupied at their tables near me… they were at risk.
“This song will change your life:” The Shins – New Slang.