Golden Globe
I wrote this about 6 years ago, I was always intending to extend it into a finished complete novel of sorts, or at least a short story. But this is how it has stayed since then. I will get around to completing it one day though. Until then, heres some to read for now.
The other day I was given a pair of sunglasses, that usually I would never wear, but on this occasion it was different, I had been given the usual talk that goes something like
‘Your eyes will get damaged by the sun if you keep going out without sunglasses, you look good in them, they were very expensive!’
I am going to look good with a piece of metal and glass strapped to my head? You think allowing my eyes no light almost twenty-four hours a day will protect them? Maybe they will, maybe they won’t. Either way, I would usually prefer any other possible vision, instead of the tinted portrait of the world portrayed in a pair of sunglasses. These sunglasses were different, they were polarized, and they made everything I viewed look like a film, all the reds became redder, all the blues became bluer, and all the greens became greener. I guess any other sunglasses would do the same thing, but for some reason this pair just had an effect that I enjoyed for short periods of time, so I kept them.
So why would anyone want to have a pair of sunglasses that make everything look like a film? Well occasionally, I like to be in it.
These days everyone is either part of the film, or not part of the film. You could also say, some people are polarized, and some are not, there is no in between about it anymore. The sunglasses were, by tinting the world to the extent that it looked like a film, allowing me to somehow have the feeling that I was viewing the other side without having to be a part of it. If it is so easy for a human to create some glasses that can separate the many different light beams of the sun, and bounce the bad ones away from my eyes. How hard would it be, for the same humans to create worlds that were completely separate, and then make nearly all of either side believe that one side was the best? Doesn’t sound hard to me, isn’t it the way it has always been?
Most people are not able to take their sunglasses off, either they have not been given the choice, or they are too afraid of the sun, or various other reasons. Even if they did manage to take them off, the glare would be so bad that they would cower into a fetal position in the corner of their favorite pub, home, workplace, or wherever they wish. If you were recognizing any vague hint of analogy, you’d be right. You can replace ‘take sunglasses off’ with ‘take the needle out of your arm’, ‘take the beer bottle out of your mouth’, ‘take your penis out of that little kids ass’, or ‘stop watching football’. Whatever makes you feel like you can stick it out for another day, seems to be all crap, no matter how many times you say ‘These sunglasses are doing me good’, think about why sunglasses were needed in the first place. It all comes back down to us. Maybe it would be better if someone managed to make sunglasses that blocked out the whole thing, but they can’t, unless you want to blind yourself, you have to watch the whole damn thing.
Just like everyone else, I used the small chance for a different view, a look at the gray, I took the sunglasses, and created my own world for a short time, consisting of David Lynch, Quentin Tarantino, Steven Spielberg, George Lucas and a pile of other great film makers. I did not even have to look at a large white screen or a small black box to get it. I just drove along the road looking at all the day-to-day theatre of the world. I could probably say it was comforting in a way, to see it all and pretend that it was, in some way, just an idea that a great man had thought up, instead of what it really was, or what it had really become, a world that we thought up. We have made it all just one big premiere. I wonder if my sunglasses will get me a golden Globe?
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