"I start telling him about how I had just seen the movie and how Frodo struck me as a little overly emotional about carrying the ring. Sure the ring tempted people with acts of evil, but so does combining Jack Daniels, insomnia and the Goolge search engine."
Before I was the silly, gaudy, and the chipper fellow I am today, I was a cynical, insouciant and yes very jaded person marked strongly by indifference. Sometimes I still prefer the latter and have fond thoughts about it that I recall often. I felt a certain triviality about my life, that it was inconsequential coupled with my blithe unconcern I felt… I felt… well I felt nothing and I really didn’t care I felt nothing.
When I was three years of age I once left my house by myself. I preceded to go to the local store and picked out a game off the shelf it was called Shark Attack or something like that. I had seen it being advertised on TV and thought it to be the coolest thing ever, later I would play the game only to find out it sucked. I went to the clerk and he started to ask me questions like where are my parents and where did I live, me being so young and alone and all. I just stood and stared at him in silence. He called the cops and I went with the police to a detention center for kids. They asked me questions too I didn’t answer any of those either, I didn’t even utter my name. They put me in a closed off cubicle, I saw no one for there was no one I could see, but I heard people around me. They had placed a sticker of a bold 3 on my chest a number which I will never forget.
There were many books in my place of partition all scattered along one-side of the floor, I remember one in particular it was Curious George. I heard screams of a girl as she was being restrained and I wondered why I was there. I never cried, I never spoke, I just looked at the pictures in the books and that was all. The sun was setting when my parents finally came and put me in the back seat of our car. They asked me many questions, but I was silent.
From time to time I bring up this story with my parents because I think it is kind of funny. They often get upset about it and tell me how serious the nature of the situation was. They told me the state had threatened to take me away. What I remember is my detachment from it all and this detachment was always there before I was three and along after. It is was always easier to care about nothing than to care about myself, but like I said I don’t care.
