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Out of Theater PTSD
Darrell Green
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When suspension of disbelief lingers in that special part of your mind, waiting to pop out.
The picture I post will not be funny but what happened right before I took it was.
My mother's overgrown garden path. I volunteered to trim some trees. Every inch I move, some pokey stick stabs me in the head or some unseen spiderweb lays gently across my face, with spider attached, blackberry vines grabbing my clothes. I am standing there, eyes wide open, and can't focus on ANYTHING. The colors, the shadows, the sunlight directly in my eyes.... and this d@mn bird mimics the Predator precisely....
No amount of logic or common sense was stopping me from looking up.... directly into the sun...
I literally shuddered. I was completely blinded. I was laughing at myself but if that bird had shown himself for even a second, nature would have taken over and he would have been ended in one nerdy flailing nightmare.
The picture I post will not be funny but what happened right before I took it was.
My mother's overgrown garden path. I volunteered to trim some trees. Every inch I move, some pokey stick stabs me in the head or some unseen spiderweb lays gently across my face, with spider attached, blackberry vines grabbing my clothes. I am standing there, eyes wide open, and can't focus on ANYTHING. The colors, the shadows, the sunlight directly in my eyes.... and this d@mn bird mimics the Predator precisely....
No amount of logic or common sense was stopping me from looking up.... directly into the sun...
I literally shuddered. I was completely blinded. I was laughing at myself but if that bird had shown himself for even a second, nature would have taken over and he would have been ended in one nerdy flailing nightmare.
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