Saturday, August 8, 2009

Chapter 7: A conversation with my Gall Bladder!

GB: This place is filthy! When was the last time you came in here?

TG: It has been a year. A lot has happened since then. You used to be inside of me.

GB: Yeah well those days are over now, sorry. Should i be sorry? I am not really sure, this is all very weird.

TG: I know, it is weird for me too. But i feel i need to reconcile some things, and you are the best ...person to help me do that.

GB: Wow, that is deep. I don't really know what i can do for you. I am just a symbol, well no, actually i was once a small pouch that sat for 32 years under your liver, but now i am a symbol for your mistakes. Oh! so that is what you want to talk about, your mistakes.

TG: No, actually i am quiet through talking about my mistakes. I have spent all my life talking at great length about my mistakes, and it has changed nothing. No i want to talk about, nothing.

GB: Nothing?

TG: Yes, nothing.

GB: Makes perfect sense, in all the time you have talked about everything you have done nothing. So you figure if you talk about nothing you will do everything. It will never work.

TG: Why?

GB: You Know why.

TG: I don't, not anymore.

GB: It always bothered me when you would play dumb. You are to smart for tricks Tim. You are not one to fall for reverse psychology or any other trick your self into doing the right thing, plan.

TG: Where have you been?

GB: Yeah, a subject change is a good idea, things are getting to heavy. After i was removed, i was brought down to the medical waste disposal area, or what ever they call it. They had intended to put me in a plastic bag and dump me into the "Special" trash when i just left.

TG: You just left?

GB: Yeah. It was a busy day in the hospital that day, people were in and out all afternoon. Nobody was going to notice if i just walked out the door.

TG: Wow! Where did you go then?

GB:Europe. I felt it was going to be hard for me to find acceptance here in America so i went to Europe. Spent most of my time in France. Beautiful country, and the people there get a bad rap, they are OK. I mean someone of them are assholes but you can say they same thing about New York!

TG: God, is that true. I would love to go someday.

GB: You should, but you never will.

TG: What, why not.

GB: Because you spend too much time thinking and planing, you are far from impulsive. I don't say this as an insult, quiet the contrary actually. Even when you seemingly make a rash decision it something you have thought about, you just think fast.

TG: I suppose. Well i am glad you stopped back even if it is just for a little while. It would be nice if you could hop back in so i we could go get drunk!

GB: Maybe some other time, which is a nice way of saying no. You have been given a gift. It bothers you to think that you will never be drunk again. It was the one way to turn off your brain so you could be free to enjoy life. Well now you can't do that anymore. Now you have a chance to learn to be free with out destroying one organ and part of another. Tim, this is the most important thing you need to do: you must learn to be free. Free from your job you hate, free from the prison you have built at home, and most of all free from that over active mind of yours. I think it is great that you can think about 4 problems at once, but to be honest you wouldn't have so many problems if you stopped thinking and start doing! Listen i wish i could stay longer and talk but i have a date, and tomorrow i am heading to South America to back pack through the Amazon. Be well my friend. I don't blame you for what happened, and you shouldn't either.

TG: But it was without question my fault.

GB: Go Back and read Chapter 5. Good bye, probably forever.

TG: Good bye.

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