Gremlins. Puck. Tricksters. Anansi. Spiders.
You ever lose a shirt, socks (not just the one), keys, a remote, or a hoodie? All different in size, all near innocuous but mundanely needed. Those keys though, depending, are a need. They vanish, these items drift into a void that is neither here, there, or anywhere.
Now, though I intend on using logical reasoning in why these disappearances happen, doesn’t mean my imagination isn’t lapping up the curious tendencies that bring on a blaming of gremlins, hobgoblins, and tricksters.
And I glimpse into my past trying to nab at those serialized episodes of Bugs Bunny, the tenacious and ornery gremlin that caused so many anxious childish worries, then I lead into Shatner and his quivering alarm while the ghoulish gremlin tears at the plane mid-flight. Or Anansi and the talking melon, or the trickster Puck and his salacious quips that drove the Midsummers characters toward their detriment.
Thing was I lost my keys, that’s why I drive this point, and it’s funny to think that though I mentioned there’s a logic that I tried to use, the characters that I’m referring to in the chaos of losing things when we know they’re not lost. Then having to address the I have MS and my cognitive short-term memory is shite, my ADHD is not much better, and it’s not like I’m going to leave a note for where I put my keys down because I usually put them in my pocket or a hoodie.
Turns out my son had them, why? My assumption is he was trying to help and put things away, grabbed the hoodie with keys and didn’t notice or hear them drop between the couch and cushion. The fact though, it was something very real and something blatantly as a-matter-of-fact present. And I like to think that even though we know there’s the logical aspects and reality to the situation. Though there’s always a thought of that trickster, the gremlin, hobgoblin, and what have you, reality is quite literal when causality is in play.
I wouldn’t mind Puck, maybe Anansi, just leave the tricks at home and bring the coffee is all I ask.
C’est la vie.
Good night, Good morning. Good morning and Good night.
Nosce Te Ipsum
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