A tale of two RPM(s).
Hi there. You may be wondering to yourself..."Hey, how is Philly?"
Well, I wouldn't have the foggiest idea as I am still in Austin, TX.
I might not have mentioned that with my mother's retirement from a large airline, came some nifty flight privledges that let me travel about the world for a fraction of the retail cost. Now mind you, that carries with it a huge stipulation. You fly stand-by. Which during the holidays is akin to trying to board a plane with a machete in your back pocket.
So, hours, and three bumped flights later, I cut my losses, and split. I'll try again tomorrow. Amen, and please pass the vino.
As I was checking my email, I rec'd a quick note from my friend NYCinephile, who remarked on the dfferences in my photos. I laughingly replied, that there are two (RPMs), they were simply a reflection of both. When asked to elaborate, I said, A Tale of Two RPMs.
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it! - A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens.
I know I'm not alone when I say that I have sides, to my personality. In this interactive society we have established, we can choose to be whatever we like to be. We can don the cloak of glamour, we can play the part of the comic or wax poetic. We can be any world of things...that is but a sliver of who we truly are. A reflection, carefully assembled by our experiences, our fears and our insecurities.
That RPM on the right is righteous and rebellious and saucy and clever. She's no shrinking violet. People come to her to fix problems, and she's happy to oblige. She friendly, expressive but also bullheaded and extremely opinionated. She was born of anger, of fear, of suppression and shame. She is the warden that explains any and all things my heart or mind can't make heads or tails of. She is Sydney Carton, in a very liberal sense.
That RPM on the left is the one the wild haired loud mouth to the right was born to protect. She is all softness and intuition and hesitant to speak all that she knows or sees. She can be absurdly naive, a deep well of thought that never comes out of the mouth, but finds freedom on paper. She rarely speaks, but listens always. And never tells. She's wise enough to know that wisdom has no room for logic. She is Charles Darnay, again in a very liberal sense.
And...as in A Tale of Two Cities...couldn't that be said of all of us? Aren't we all a mystery in some sense...perhaps to no one more than ourselves? Damn...I just realized how much I loved that book, all over again.
I hardly think I'm as interesting as any of those characters in the Dickens classic...but my conversation with NYCine, reminded me of the beautiful duality of the human personality. Cool stuff.
Now...I'm off to figure out how the hell to get to Philly. *wonders if Mecca can pull a sleigh...perhaps a sleigh dangling bologna?*
Comments
Yes, the Left RPM, she seems nice, but too reserved. The Right RPM, feisty.
There was a little girl
With a little curl
Right in the middle of her foooore-head.
And when she was good
She was very very good,
But when she was bad she was hoooorr-id.
That's the RPM on the right. :)
You're like the lady on Heroes. Which one of you does the Karate?
I've never understood standby. The closest I've ever gotten to this is when I offered to take the free ticket anywhere if I agreed to take a later flight. That's kind of like standby. Well - not so much.
"Which one of you does the Karate?"
My money's on RPM on the right. Like Redzilla said: fiesty.
that's rough, flying stand-by. yikes.
i like both RPMs. there's two Lizes like that, too, although the "left" Liz doesn't come out very often in mixed or unknown company. she's also the silly Liz.
Jay, I think THAT should have been my warning label. LOLOL....
Who the hell am I kidding? I'm a pushover. *adjusts halo atop head* pay no attention to those horns....
And standby travel is the Lord Emporer of Suck. Tomorrows attempt? 6'o friggin clock in the morning.
I was going to say, "The RPMs think you rock."
But then I realized how utterly ridiculous, pompous and asinine it sounds when people refer to themselves in the third person.
So uh, I think you rock. Both of you.
*RPM confirms two spots for Liz and self in home for the criminally (cheeky) and insane.*
referring to oneself in the third person is rather ridiculous pompous and asinine.
however, using the royal "we" when one plans on staging a hostile takeover of the world? completely within allowed bounds of ridiculosity, pomp-itude, and asinineness.
is asisnineness a word?
We think both of you rock, too!
lmao!
And yes, "we" when discussing world domination is COMPLETELY acceptable.
So can we discuss which parts of the world I might be able to direct in your absence?
I'm partial to the vacation spots as I am slug...but I think I'm gonna select Africa. I need to straighten some sh*t up in the motherland. (Curly RPM speaking)
@RPM: Revealing and beautifully expressed. Thanks for taking the time to write it.
Now if I could only figure out why it didn't show up in my feeds. I would have regretted not seeing it!
Nicely done!