Who Is That Person?
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Now since I think I’m some what of a sane person and have control of most of my mental and
physical faculties, I must warn you in reading this theory of thought, though I’m some what
questioning myself right now also. I was once told that some where in this wonderful world
we live in, we all have a twin or similar look-a-like strolling around living their life the opposite
of what we’re experiencing. Now if that’s true, then I’m alright and don’t have to call my
therapist anytime soon. But if I’m understanding what was once told to me the wrong way,
then I need
some serious help in the worst way. I’m talking about a permanent reservation in the
penthouse suite at the hotel rubber room, where the only attire needed is a white straight
jacket with no pockets, and the continental breakfast served by a bald headed nurse named
Bubba, features baked prozac rice cakes with jello, and a eight ounce serving of warm
powdered milk
in a paper cup to quench your thirst.
See I was born in February, not in May or June, so my astrological sign is Aquarius, not
Gemini. The reason I say this is because I seen this person the other day that made me
wonder, what in the hell am I doing over there, which was here, but what I couldn’t figure out
is if they were where they were at, why was I in the same place looking at them. Now yeah,
your just as much confused as I was right now but don’t worry, it’ll make since in a minute,
trust me. I wouldn't’t steer you wrong about something this shocking or important to me with
out properly warning you at some level (see the first paragraph, line two by the *).
But seriously, truly try to understand that when I start writing this theory of thought, I had
no other choice but to call it, “Who Is That Person”. Because I was standing over where I
was at, looking at me looking at them, wondering, what in the hell is going on and why in
the hell am I thinking about this kind of stuff any way, when I’m not trying to.
Now also seeing how I was told that the best way to get to the bottom of anything is to
start with what’s on the top of your head, I start thinking about what I ate recently, what I
dreamed about the night before, what shows did I watch on television and who I’ve
significantly met in the last twenty four hours of my life to make me see and feel these
things that confuse me so much. Now being a creature of habit, I remember that I had
Chicken Fettuccine for dinner while drinking a little wine, watched the evening news,
Sports Center, The Chris Rock Show and G-Strings Divas on the tube. I worked hard
the day before, so I slept pretty soundly and didn’t dream about anything significant,
but remembered that I did met this woman that made me look at myself in a realistic
way, so I started from there, to get to the bottom of all of this.
Now to describe her to you would do no justice in what I seen with my own two eyes,
and felt with my beating heart. It wasn’t like she was something to call the National
Enquirer about, or that she was a super model running through the streets nude or
anything. She was just a normal person that effected me in a abnormal way. It was
the way she looked, the way she smiled, the flaws she displayed in a perfect way,
the way she walked and most of all the way she interacted with people.
She was surrounded by people, friends I think, but no defensive walls were up or
any do not disturb signs posted on their faces or any where around them, so no
doubts came to mind in my head. Men came up to her asking this and that, but so
did women, so her balance seemed in tact, as did her positive attractiveness
towards society. Her clothes were selective and sexy, not sleazy or trashy. Her hair
was crafted, not artificially created for any special event or for the moment to draw
attention to herself. Her smile was glowing and inviting, not fake or forced, and the
aura she gave off was better than the smile she showed when the time was right, so
I knew she was in touch with her inner self, because the outer was better than I just
described. What this did was let me know or seriously assume that the rest of her
exterior was that much more real than what the eyes could see, and I couldn’t keep my
eyes off of her. So before you know it, I made my move to get a little bit closer, to get a
close up look at what I really already knew in my heart was something special.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Now since I think I’m some what of a sane person and have control of most of my mental and
physical faculties, I must warn you in reading this theory of thought, though I’m some what
questioning myself right now also. I was once told that some where in this wonderful world
we live in, we all have a twin or similar look-a-like strolling around living their life the opposite
of what we’re experiencing. Now if that’s true, then I’m alright and don’t have to call my
therapist anytime soon. But if I’m understanding what was once told to me the wrong way,
then I need
some serious help in the worst way. I’m talking about a permanent reservation in the
penthouse suite at the hotel rubber room, where the only attire needed is a white straight
jacket with no pockets, and the continental breakfast served by a bald headed nurse named
Bubba, features baked prozac rice cakes with jello, and a eight ounce serving of warm
powdered milk
in a paper cup to quench your thirst.
See I was born in February, not in May or June, so my astrological sign is Aquarius, not
Gemini. The reason I say this is because I seen this person the other day that made me
wonder, what in the hell am I doing over there, which was here, but what I couldn’t figure out
is if they were where they were at, why was I in the same place looking at them. Now yeah,
your just as much confused as I was right now but don’t worry, it’ll make since in a minute,
trust me. I wouldn't’t steer you wrong about something this shocking or important to me with
out properly warning you at some level (see the first paragraph, line two by the *).
But seriously, truly try to understand that when I start writing this theory of thought, I had
no other choice but to call it, “Who Is That Person”. Because I was standing over where I
was at, looking at me looking at them, wondering, what in the hell is going on and why in
the hell am I thinking about this kind of stuff any way, when I’m not trying to.
Now also seeing how I was told that the best way to get to the bottom of anything is to
start with what’s on the top of your head, I start thinking about what I ate recently, what I
dreamed about the night before, what shows did I watch on television and who I’ve
significantly met in the last twenty four hours of my life to make me see and feel these
things that confuse me so much. Now being a creature of habit, I remember that I had
Chicken Fettuccine for dinner while drinking a little wine, watched the evening news,
Sports Center, The Chris Rock Show and G-Strings Divas on the tube. I worked hard
the day before, so I slept pretty soundly and didn’t dream about anything significant,
but remembered that I did met this woman that made me look at myself in a realistic
way, so I started from there, to get to the bottom of all of this.
Now to describe her to you would do no justice in what I seen with my own two eyes,
and felt with my beating heart. It wasn’t like she was something to call the National
Enquirer about, or that she was a super model running through the streets nude or
anything. She was just a normal person that effected me in a abnormal way. It was
the way she looked, the way she smiled, the flaws she displayed in a perfect way,
the way she walked and most of all the way she interacted with people.
She was surrounded by people, friends I think, but no defensive walls were up or
any do not disturb signs posted on their faces or any where around them, so no
doubts came to mind in my head. Men came up to her asking this and that, but so
did women, so her balance seemed in tact, as did her positive attractiveness
towards society. Her clothes were selective and sexy, not sleazy or trashy. Her hair
was crafted, not artificially created for any special event or for the moment to draw
attention to herself. Her smile was glowing and inviting, not fake or forced, and the
aura she gave off was better than the smile she showed when the time was right, so
I knew she was in touch with her inner self, because the outer was better than I just
described. What this did was let me know or seriously assume that the rest of her
exterior was that much more real than what the eyes could see, and I couldn’t keep my
eyes off of her. So before you know it, I made my move to get a little bit closer, to get a
close up look at what I really already knew in my heart was something special.