de·lu·sion·al

 

Who are you?

Who do you ‘think’ you are?

This comes to mind when one looks at legacies (or obituaries). Who we think we are may not agree with how others see us.

I think back to school when cliques were forming. There were the jocks and the nerds and the geeks and each had to play their role. Some thought they were the smartest or the cutest or the most popular as written in the yearbooks.

I think of the folks I knew at the country club whom felt they were above or superior to others because they could buy the best fashions, drive the latest cars and have the best dance partner (who also fell for their delusions).

 

Delusional can be characterized by or holding idiosyncratic beliefs or impressions that are contradicted by reality or rational argument, typically as a symptom of mental disorder.

Delusional based on or having faulty judgment; mistaken.

 

Some can be delusional about politics or sports or religion to become fanatical. Being delusional in beliefs may mistake faulty information for truth or deny opportunities for new ideas.

Some delusions are for self-preservation. You may feel you are healthy when your body is failing. You may feel you are attractive but the truth is in the mirror. You may think you are intelligent when you miss the point.

If you delusions make keeps your self-worth and don’t harm anyone else, have at it. In the end the delusions will blow away in the sand.

 

We all have windmills to chase.

 

Go placidly amid the noise and waste,
And remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet and passive persons, unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself,
And heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys.
Know what to kiss, and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right, but that three do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment,
and despite the changing fortunes of time,
There is always a big future in computer maintenance.

Remember The Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, and mutilate.
Know yourself. If you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs,
Especially with those persons closest to you -
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore. It will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth: birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan.
And let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time, call 606-4311. Ask for Ken.
Take heart in the bedeepening gloom
That your dog is finally getting enough cheese.
And reflect that whatever fortune may be your lot,
It could only be worse in Milwaukee.

You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.

Therefore, make peace with your god,
Whatever you perceive him to be - hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal,
The world continues to deteriorate.
Give up!