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Do any of you…three readers of my blog…ever think about or believe in reincarnation? ‘Cuz I’m starting to think I’m not the only person in my family who has…been here, before.
About fifteen years ago, I had this strange, strong feeling I was a reincarnated burglar/thief, because, every time I pass a cop or hear a police siren, I get uneasy, edgy. It’s as if I’m a wanted man before I commit any crime. Maybe I was wrongly accused and jailed. Maybe I got caught and did my time, and now I’m trying to change my ways (or just not get caught, again). So, when other people have thoughts of running away from their troubles, I hesitate…because, probably, I know how running ended. ‘Not well.
And, I’m not just a vague crook. I’m a woman, possibly a lesbian cat burglar. That’s my theory. I can’t imagine ever being sexually attracted to a–hurl–man. But, I’ve craved handling women since I was a little kid. I was that “booby” kid. I also grew up to develop woman hands. You’ve heard of women who complain about having man hands. Well, I’m a guy with woman hands. They’re big with long, delicate fingers and nails that make women scream with jealousy (when theirs chip and crack). I also cross my legs…a lot. I was once accused of being gay, though I don’t see any of the tell-tale signs. At the time, I was very vain and a bit OCD; so that probably was a factor. I also don’t talk about sex or women the way other guys do. I’m not so…casual. And, I certainly do not enjoy group talk about things like sex, especially if it gets graphic. [Social discomfort and neatness should not be fodder for a gay stereotype.]
Now, if you spend some time with one of my nephews, you’ll soon find yourself astounded by how old he sounds and how he strangely knows ways to fix mechanical problems he’s never had, himself. He has no experience…yet he figures out how to get things working again. How? I say he’s a reincarnated mechanic or electrician, and, when he passed, he was a rather sedate, set-in-his-dry-or-plain-food-ways older man. All he needs is a tool belt with one big rusty wrench and a plunger. It’s no wonder he favors Mario Brothers games…HE IS ONE OF THE BROTHERS!
Then take my older brother. No. Really. Take him away–ha!
He can talk about the most disgusting things, sometimes surgical, during mealtime. Who the bleep does that?! Every time he does it, all I see is some careless medic, possibly from a previous war’s MASH unit, taking a lunch break in the mess hall. Just picture Alan Alda stuffing slop and some bland sandwich into his mouth while discussing a bad kidney situation with his cohorts. That’s my brother, if you take away all of Alan Alda’s charm. His tattoos (my brother’s, not Alan’s) only add to the ex-military, retired vet image. It’s as if he died patching up his crew from a sunken battleship. The way he crabs about government and politics…I’d say he was bitter at Uncle Sam after leaving military service. There’s no way he was a good soldier; my brother would be the first to blow the wrong thing away and then cry, “Game over, man! Game over! We’re all screwed!”
My dad, thief that he clearly is, must have had a similar story to my own. I’d surely forget a few crimes he’s pulled, mostly petty, if I tried to list them. Let’s just say he’s good at getting away with everything but murder.
My mom is definitely a reincarnated waitress who worked the same sort of tables into retirement. If she sees a hungry face–and she’s not feeling particularly darkened by the lack of daylight in her diet–she will often lay out a menu (not actual food, just a menu of what you COULD eat). And, when you sit down to eat something, she will hit you with alternatives as well as try to take your plates and silverware before you are clearly done. She probably annoyed countless customers with that oblivious haste to please some boss for a raise she never got.
That’s all I’ve got, so far. But, the cases are building. I’m sure I’ll find more, later.
[Thoughts? Oh, please share some. Surely someone has to read something I write and have the brain to comment. But, knowing this place…nope. I knew it when I joined. And, it’s only more apparent, now. Echo…echo…echo…]