It’s one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite fictional characters, Hank Moody, played by David Dochuvny on the hit Showtime series Californication. I’m sure that’s not where the quote originated but its meaning is all the same: ejecting toxic materials, whether they be physical or metaphorical, from the self to clear the mind, cheat death, and ward off insanity. I suppose that’s how writers stay sane and exactly what I was doing in my last post. I got the poison out, healthily and indirectly…
You see, for a long time I’ve let unhealthy thoughts and fantasies haunt me and cloud my mind causing more pain for myself than the ones they were intended for. I know better than to keep these thoughts locked away, but our current culture teaches political correctness and consideration of other peoples feelings, which I do agree with to a certain extent. But at what point are we doing more harm than good by sheltering these undeserving individuals from the corrective wrath they so surely deserve? No more.
I’m not holding my tongue and sacrificing sanity so these same people can continue on blissfully ignorant of their actions. Yes, I’m talking to you dried up exes and sworn enemies. My madness is best used for constructing entire worlds and tearing down philosophies to build new ones in their place the average persons dreams wouldn’t dare touch. I should be allowed to simmer in my safe bubble of insanity and question my beliefs until my faith falls apart just so I can reconstruct it for the thousandth time.
With my mind free of your infectious burdens I can get back to the most important question–What if? A simple question, really, but with possible disastrous results in a writer’s mind. For example: What if pigs could fly? In my mind, umbrella’s wouldn’t be just for rain and we would all be eating our fair share of pork wings.