Let the Rain Come Down, Let the Rain Come Down, Let the Rain Come Down on me

"I’m an excellent driver." – Raymond Babbitt (Dustin Hoffman –Rain Man 1988)


Do you sometimes feel like everybody is an idiot, you are the only sane person in the world, everyone else is crazy. They’re the ones that are crazy, not me. It’s like living in Raymond Babbitt’s world, your mind is so much keener than anyone else’s, they don’t understand it at all and it’s an useless effort to try to explain it to them, it’s a waste of time, yet another frugal cause. Then you can’t remember how to tie your shoes, so you go buy some cheap penny loafers and put dimes in the slots because you heard that it was good luck.

I accept minimum wage employee incompetence at the cash register, you check out and the penny loafer bill is $13.67; you give them a ten and five dollar bill and seventeen cents, three nickels and two pennies, and they wonder why. You think to yourself, do they ever forget how to tie their shoes too, which string goes where, something about around the tree and back down the rabbit hole, or was that Alice in Wonderland? Am I in some sort of rabbit hole, an hallucinogenic trip, some brain in a bubbling jar of green liquid with wires attached to it, leading to somewhere in a dark room, to an  "Ender's Game" simulator, left here and forgotten after the battle with the Formics, did we lose? Maybe I'm unattended and just imagining all of this, the universe, the entire world, people, penny loafers. Why do they call them that if you put dimes in them? Is that why it’s so crazy all the time, it's my brain in a bubbling jar of green liquid dream? Did Einstein often forget to put on his shoes and walk in the New Jersey snow, or was that just something my mother told me when I was young to make me feel better, more normal? I was so strange, I am so strange, why do we want to be normal? Idiots that can't figure out that I like quarters and not nickles and pennies, I can still use dimes for the penny loafers, maybe it's me and not them, maybe I should put the two quarters in the penny loafers then give her the dollar as a tip; make her think she is doing a great job, make her feel normal. Prove that I have love, a body and am really walking around in a real world wearing penny loafers with quarters in them instead of a brain in a bubbling green jar, without a body, a brain that doesn't need shoes, a brain that doesn't need to know what coins to put in his shoes, or even need to know how to tie shoe strings. It just sits there in a bubbling green jar going crazy, making up crazy stuff, making up the Universe, making up shoes, shoestrings, coins. Why doesn't my brain just dream that the penny loafers cost $14.98, put the two pennies in the penny loafers, keep it succinct and simple. Do brains in a bubbling jar even have a mother? I’m leaning towards the brain in the bubbling green jar theory lately, it makes a lot more sense. An Avatar in this unreal world.

This week we learned how to shorten our three page rough drafts for the seven page minimun length Final Project, make them clearer, easy to understand, simple, succinct in APA format with 30% references and 70% original thought about a subject that you haven’t a clue about until two months ago. “Ten minutes to Wapner. We're definitely locked in this box with no TV. (Raymond Babbit, Rainman, 1988).” Two more weeks until the Composition II for Healthcare Professionals course will have concluded. Three terms to an Associates Degree in Medical Assistance, that should be interesting, more crazy people, more normal people, just like -- that’s the way things are supposed to be. Let the rain come down on me, let it come.