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The Intensity Of Weirdness

Posted by Non-Hamster on April 25th, 2010

It has occurred to me that if one were to judge based solely on my stories of life here in Nutjob Hills that it would be entirely too easy to conclude that absolutely everyone here was a complete raving lunatic and while it's easy to see why they'd think that, it's not true by a long shot.

Like any city there are all kinds of people here.  There are even a fair (though admittedly small) number of almost totally normal people that have lived here for generations.  One thing that I've found is that the closer you are to the city center, the more intense the level of strangeness you'll find in the residents.

For example out on the edge of town is where you'll find most of the "normal" people along with people who have only mild bits of strangeness about them.  Like the guy that has Lipofuze tattooed on the back of his shaven head like it was a sports team logo.  Aside from the tattoo, he's a perfectly normal person.  He has a good job, a wife, three kids, and a dog.  He pays his bills on time, goes to work five days a week, saves money, takes a vacation every year with his family.  I've never heard even the slightest hint about anything odd about him other than that one tattoo.

Then as you get closer to the city center things get more intense.  In city center itself you can, if you look in the right places, occasionally spot the one homeless person in this entire rural area.  Word has it that this guy hasn't slept inside, let alone in a bed, for over eight years.  Everything he owns is kept in a beat up old shopping cart that the local grocery had thrown away.  The thing is, the man is literally a millionaire.  He could easily have anything he wants but he chooses to live the way he does instead.  When asked, he says something about "The Martians told me to do this and that they'd melt my brain if I didn't cooperate.".  He's harmless and so people leave him alone.

I live pretty close to city center myself even though I am technically a "normal" person.  Why you ask?  Because I'm a writer and where could any writer find more fuel for the imagination than in the eye of a storm of nutjobs?  From my position I can observe some of the worst case examples known to modern science and thanks to a few of the more intense gossip loving types, I get regular reports of the more noteworthy goings on through most of the city.  Because of this I *almost* always have plenty of fuel for the writing process.

You may ask what I have written from all of this and I could answer you but then I'd have to kill you.

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