Lost

Lately my brain has been bothering me. Before it would whine at me that “I have work to do and school comes first”.
“Put away the computer, get your homework done”. Now, it's been telling me something else.
I don't know what caused this sudden change of tune but I do know that it worries me. I haven't been this uninterested in school since elementary.
Before, I could sit myself down and get the work completed quickly with proper grammar and memorization. Now nothing comes out correctly. The grammar's all off and I find misused or over used words all over the place.
Why did this stall have to hit me at such a bad time? I have a short story and rough draft due Monday, a Sociology exam Tuesday and god knows how many Spanish quizzes coming up.
I'm distracted by something – I can tell that much - yet I can't put my finger on what. I can't simply sit down to read a book, play a video game or even zone out to some television. I'm just blank and I seem to find myself irritated quickly.
Being home is a source of great stress for me but without being in my room I get nothing done. Even so, while I'm in my room I don't do anything but sit there and stare blankly off into space.
Somehow I've got to get my mind back on what's vital, find a way to re-inspire myself and get back to my studies.

The Origin of Love

My favorite song of all time comes from the movie Hedwig and the Angry Inch. This song, one of many many amazing songs from the same movie, tells the mythical story of the origin of love as described by the main character Hedwig.

According to this song The Origin of Love before the gods of heaven broke us apart every human was actually the combination of two separate personalities. At the time there were three sexes of these people, comprised of four arms, four legs, one body and one head from which two faces peered. There were the Sun's children: who appeared like two men, the Earth's children: who appeared like two women and the Moon's children: who appeared like a man and a women together.

As they were human they were intelligent and strong. The god's feared this and so decided that the duos should be torn apart. Zeus, the mythical king of the Greek gods threw lightening bolts and cut the people apart into separate females and males. A Hindu god sealed them and Osiris and the other Egyptian gods summoned a hurricane to scatter the humans across the globe and away from those that they once shared a body and a life with.

According to this myth every person has a soul mate who, if they'd never been separate from, would be physically attached. In those times humans suffered only from hunger and thirst. Now, we are on an eternal search to find our other half and we have no way of knowing what they look like or how they act until we meet them. In the time before the god's wrath love never existed because love is the struggle that one goes through to find the one they were meant to be with. Love is the yearning for one's other half and the pain that we go through because we cannot truly be whole again. Yet, we do what we can and this is why relationships exist, why love exists.



Rufus Wainwright Lyrics
The Origin Of Love Lyrics

The Strangest Couple I've Ever Seen

One of the few perks of dealing with the wide variety of customers we encounter at the Fire House are the dramatic back stories we create for them. We have, puppet woman, who – believes theater should only be done using puppets – refuses to open alcohol of any sort and will lecture anyone who requests this drink, 007, a greasy, half lidded man who can barely reach the top of the counter- and of course (my personal favorites), Mr. Clement Blanco and Dr. Carlisle.
Clement, small and rat like, lopes along on uncharacteristically long legs. However, he barely reaches my own height of 5 foot 4. Clemet's head, a massive globe adorned with a dark grey comb over rests upon his tooth pick neck. His teeth look like bits of mosaic tiles, pear white and widely spaced. I cannot tell the color of his eyes as he wears small dark rectangular sunglasses at all times.
His companion seems at least fifty and stands taller than the average doorway. Carlisle's head has no hair and at the center of his wrinkles protrudes a bulbous nose with liver spots all over. His bulldog jowls wobble and cause his mouth to remain in a permanent pout whenever he speaks. Not unusual among the elderly, he slumps with bad posture and his glasses are about an inch thick and so large they nearly swallow up his forehead. As the most distinguishing feature on this man he sports a gold fish sized bumpy jade and silver ring with a matching cuff bracelet.
The two live over 200 miles away from each other and my boss and I simply cannot figure it out. What is their story?