That’s right. And it was only a little over 800 miles away in a southerly direction (yeah, southerly. shoulda taken a hint from that, eh?) So, it is indeed the anti-universe, this state where I live. The geographical one. Not the mind one. (at least I tell myself that) “When did I first realize I was living in the anti-universe?” Well, I think it was when I would watch the local news. At least twice during a newscast I would look over at my SO and ask incredulously: “What? Did you understand that? What? What did they say?! That didn’t make sense”. And don’t even get me going on the use or should I say, misuse of the English language. I understand that slang has sidled it’s way into all sorts of spoken venue, but the news? Instead of hearing reporters speak like this: “The police apprehended the suspect….” You will hear something like: “The cops took him down…..”.
OK. Bad reporting does not an anti-universe make. (am I doing it now?! talking like them?!) It is more than that. You might call it cultural comparison – or a lack thereof? A sense of civilization? Not quite that either. I struggle with verbal wherewithall to make definitive statements as to the veracity of my claim that I live in the anti-universe. And frankly, that frustrates me.
So let’s take another tack. Regardless of economic circumstance, you are who you are. Whatever it is that makes you you, whether clark, scott or roger, the essence of your personality does not change dramatically when you move to another state. Except if you find your self in an anti-universe. “Yes, yes I do believe that there are other places where the anti-universe exists.” I’m getting a strong sense of deja-vu right now….Oh yeah! I seem to recall talking a little about “cultural” things in the ever famous Turquoise tube top, tattoos and the edge of oblivion…. post from May 7, 2011 or the equally infamous follow-up July 13, 2011 post.
Having said all this, creative expression is the one thing that may, may be what changes first. In an anti-universe. Or perhaps it is the first thing to go….how would you know?? How could you know? Perhaps I have created my own bias? “But if I’m here and you’re here, doesn’t that mean”… Maybe I need to leave, then come back in….