The story of it all..
CITIZENS of THE SANE ASYLUM
And their illusions of truth...
I think I shared with you in an earlier post how this idea of The Sane Asylum came to be, so I think it only fair that I share with you the story of it all...see how transparent I am becoming?
Well, you have this thing...this Sane Asylum Thing that seems pretty logical. So you start thinking...right? Now, who do I want in my Sane Asylum? My entourage, so to speak.
Well, Me of course...not a real me, but a reflection of me. An Alter Ego perhaps. Like a real selfie. So Dr. Ego Prozac was morphed...just like that. He became a Thought Placebo Researcher and the primate zoo keeper. A man with a mission to create brain ease...Yes, he will do just fine and besides, Ego Prozac sounds very Austrian. I just hope the big Pharmaceuticals don’t make me change my name.
Now, Ego as we call him, needs allies. The sort of allies that are a little corked in their thoughts and habits, but they have asemblance of a sound mind. Those you want to have around at your last dance.
So neighbors and friends he gathered... Neighbors like most of us have...Dr. I B Thinking for example. One of those kind of thinkers that’s open and free with his theories. Always thought out, but when he is finished you need brain optimization treatment to understand what he is saying. He believes language has created all of our “illusions of beliefs” about who we are. He is like a linguistic medicine man that wears a bow tie.
Then in strolls Less Wrong. I always admired Less for his strong belief of not knowing WTF he is doing. He does not have therapy sessions, his therapy sessions are always in progress. He started out wearing a different color pair of glasses to match his different hair color. Now, Less just seems to take pride in making offensive comments. He is good to have around when you feel cynical about things.
There is this one special fellow Ego created to be some mysterious messenger. He just had to have the name Moore Wright, and so he did. He is like one of those people that just out of nowhere show up and delivers a coded message. It really became confusing because he was an emigrant or is it immigrant! One is coming and one is going, I think? Anyway, Moore Wright shows up and delivers these cryptic messages from “They.” We all have those, “They”, in our lives and we are always trying to figure out who “They” are? Moore is married to Mammy Dell Small and they live out on the edge in a Yurt. Did I mention that Mammie Dell is a big ole girl? Well at least in my illusion she appears that way.
Of course you want some friends, so you add sometimes Jes B. Rambling in the present tense or Jess Ben Rambling in the past tense. You see, it’s the tense and grammatical stuff that gives a reason to ponder the deeper meanings of life. Jes is skilled in the fine art of doing nothing and never tires of it. Make him, cynical, hard to know his whereabouts and always looking for Hysterical Sites. So Jess he will be.
Jess hangs around this man of La Mancha and Friend...the most fascinating La Mancha in the world. Let’s just call him Dado for short. I first called him Doda but that’s not a very good La Mancha name. We need someone from afar to be the historian of the Hysterical. The resident photographer of sorts. The In Resident Photographer Of The Sane Asylum he will be.
Add in Old Goat Man, the wandering sage, and Mr Bill the 96 year old BBQ Pit Master... just to give character to a very uncharacteristic bunch. Mr Bill, who always smells like smoke, reminds me of the uncommon man that made peace with himself and just got along with it all, while the Old Goat Man, never lets us forget that we all have goats. We just happen to see his.
There are other homesteaders I met along the way. Amy G Gala, the blast from my past. She stores all the emotional history. Kinda like an Anal Historian. And how could I forget Ima Aging and her sister Ura Wrinkling. There to remind me of youthfulness as they swim nude around midnight in the Mill pond with the Frazier brothers and sip on the Angles Share of only the good stuff. Even Chuckle MeSum and his out of focus Three Quarter Time of misfits shows up from time to time.
Now how can we have a good illusion and not include family? You just can’t. Well my family thought this was a pretty cool idea so they created their altered selfies. Let me say they were somewhat cool with this idea. I think they thought WTF lame brain Idea is This? I could tell they did not want permanent residency status in The Sane Asylum so I negotiated and we came up with Visitors VISAs. I can’t much blame them. So, Izzy Isness, M.T Lot and N.D. Shadow they came to be.
There you have it...The Sane Asylum. At least my Sane Asylum. That part of me that likes to smile, be punny, be cynical and above all, make it up as I go. Just an illusion. Don't take it serious!! It's just a hobby. I don't really know how I got this post up and running. Once it popped up on the screen, I had to write something. Now it has become a community of Altered Selfies or basically a halfway house for Altered Selfies. Most of all, it is my preservation site for those with a twisted mind and a crooked smile.
I am Dr Ego Prozac, a Cynical Psychologist. Some would say I am an alter ego. Others say just an illusion of another ego. It makes little difference since meaning only exist in our minds and I will only be what you believe me to be. What I observe are not things, properties, or relations of a world that exists, but rather the results of distinctions about reality I have made. So I could be wrong. I would never ask you to deal with your reality better, but I might ask you to change your beliefs, which changes the reality you have to deal with. My desire and endeavor is to try and realize what may be of value in life and have a grin along the way.
Make peace with your self and get along with it all...
My friends call me Doc
