My soul is speaking to me--it says your fly is down.

Do you ever get the feeling that on the inside, someone is trying to talk to you? From what I can tell, it's not the Holy Spirit and it's really odd. Sometimes I feel as if an idea or a concept is screaming from inside and I'm just sitting there on my rear ignoring it. Perhaps a song is clawing at my insides attempting to escape, or perhaps a poem is only a step away from leaving my breath.

If you spend any amount of time around me on a semi-regular basis, you know I have the tendency to say the silliest things out of nowhere. I'll claim I have no disorder of attention deficiency, but I really am beginning to wonder. Let me paint a picture for you: Imagine me in a dark place, nowhere in particular, all alone, standing in a spotlight from above. With seemingly no inspiration, I say something stupid, such as "How could evolution have made such perfect genital puzzle pieces?" Another note--often times my musings are quite..edgy. I baffle myself on a daily basis when these things slip out of my mouth.

I clearly baffle others, too. Some appreciate it, such as my sister and her friends. Some don't, and in each case that this is true, they're usually right. The beloved Brad Jackson is quick to suggest the installation of an oral filter, to stop the stupid things. I am quick to retort that I like being stupid (and this sounds sillier as I type it) and putting a filter on hinders me from being me! But I really am in a pickle. Those odd things that I say really aren't helpful towards my personality. Sure, quirks are fine, but I miss the things I used to muse over when I was studying philosophy and English. Yet, I have matured since then. None of this makes sense to me at all.

So what should I really do when I encounter that person in the spotlight saying to me "Oh oh oh! Tell them that his head is in the shape of a pear when he makes that face!"? I haven't a dang clue.