“Where do I begin?” (part I)

Where do I begin?  I guess i could tell you a little about myself.

I’m a 26 year old construction worker, but that’s not what I want to do with my life.  In all reality, I want to write.  I want to write tales of beautiful scenery, fantastic stories of bravery and justice, honor and valor.  I want to write fables of illisions in the sky and castles in the air!

But…  I don’t, write that is.  No, right now I just show up at work in the early morning wearing my construction hat and orange vest.  Who would have thought that working in the middle of downtown on the construction of one the most complicated buildings ever created could be so boring.  Yes, I’m bored.  I hate to say it but the biggest part of my day would be anytime someone has an injury (I have my CPR & First Aid cards, so I am required to respond).

What else about me?  I enjoy music, and I can say the all encompassing "music" because honestly, there is no type of music I don’t like.  Rock?  You bet.  Jazz?  I’m hip man!  Polka?!  Ja! and you should see my grandma dance!  And even as much as some people would refrain from admitting it, even opera.  Although, I’ve been too poor to actually go to one, maybe when I’m a famous writer I’ll spend every night at the opera!  How exciting.

What else about me.  I’m kind of quiet.  Not in the sense that I have nothing to say all the time.  No, its more that I prefer to watch others.  I love a good conversation, but at the same time, I really enjoy listening to others converse.  And of course I eventually end up day dreaming, usually having something to do with the topic of the people I’m listening to.  Then it ends up being some grand story about how I meld what they talk about with the actions I imagine they should be doing while talking about it.

It would take me too long to show you what I mean, but an example.  Two guys were talking about how long it would take to fall from the 70th story (which we are currently working on) to the ground.  Instantly I imagined that they were mortal enemies in a duel to the death!  And talking about how long it would take to fall was their way of trying to get the upper hand on their foe (psychologically)!  Crazy, I know.  Made the time pass.

I probably don’t need to mention this, but my mind races all the time.  I never have just one thought going through my head.  No, its usually like twenty thoughts all at the same time, however they seem to flow together, intertwined in an intricate dance that only ballet dances could understand (or at least, thats what I’d like to think).

There’s not much else about me.  Well, there is one other thing.  You know how your parents tell you you’re special when you’re young?  I’m not sure my mother knew this when she told me, but I think she’s right.  I’m not normal.  I tend to be able to…  well…  I’ll get to that later.  Let me tell you what happened the other day…