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Often, I suspect I’ve got a secret agent, a Tyler Durden if you will, working with a completely different agenda than the one I’m conscious of.

Normal people might call this the “Subconscious”.

Jung would call this “The Shadow Self”.

I’m gonna call it (for the length of the blog) my hidden Batman.

Alter-Ego sound waaay too legit.

Anyway,

While I mentioned Tyler Durden earlier, it’s not a case of f’ed up insomnia; it’s more like I feel compelled to do things that are out of character for me. These actions happen right out of the corner of my mind’s eye, so it takes me a bit too see what it is I’m doing, and even longer to figure out why.

For example, a couple of months ago, I started lending out books. Lots of my books. I was like a one-way Library! I don’t know how well you know me, but that’s like Scrooge McDuck giving to charity at the beginning of an episode – BaM! Adam west, you are my hero.

I can’t help feeling like I’m hiding something from myself, like there’s a cave of wonders that will make everything suddenly make sense if I can only figure out that by setting the clock to 4:44 a secret passage will open up and my world will change forever. What will be down there, I wonder? A super computer and garage? Tons of treasure and a magic carpet? A folding table with a chess board on it and a note that says, “Checkmate, Bitch.”?

Whatever’s going on, I need to figure it out soon. I’m getting awfully tired of the old guy in the tux calling me “Master Dick.”


April Fool!