release the hounds

For the longest time I thought I was completely sane and it was just that she made me crazy.

I was comforted by this thought. It allowed me this vague feeling of superiority over a girl that was clearly crazy long before she met me and will be crazy long after I’m a tiny dot in her rearview mirror.

And then I remembered a question asked by none other than Joseph Campbell; “What am I? Am I the bulb that carries the light? Or am I the light of which the bulb is a vehicle?”

My train of thought was broken when the alarm on my watch went off, alerting me to the fact that it was time to climb up on top of the table I was sitting at and bellow “Release the hounds!” at the top of my lungs. A difficult task in and of itself given I was wearing swim fins.

As I settled back into my chair and turned my attention to the half-eaten croissant in front of me, the rest of the folks at the Starbuck’s busied themselves with trying not to stare at me and call the authorities.

It was some time before my thoughts returned to that crazy girl.

What can I do? I can’t apologize, because it wasn’t something I’d said or done. It’s just who I am.