Tingling

spidey sense

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.spidey sense
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.


Something has sent my spidey sense a tingling this week, I haven’t as of yet put my finger on exactly what is causing it, but there is something definitely afoot in the merry old land of Oz. Some people would discount my mad future prediction skills as “nonsensical rubbish” and claim that my feelings of inbound ill have been completely off kilter for the last few years. But this one is different… it’s not that precise feeling of “deja vu” that sometimes hits and make me go “Whoa, somethings coming”.. (I will freely admit, my mad deja-vu skills have been shit the last 5 years or so)…

This feeling is completely different, not a specific time, place, or discussion triggers it, this is just a general, overall feeling that something is going down with me unawares, something I’m not going to like when it rears it’s head and says “booya!”; this is a feeling I hate with a passion, mainly because when something would trigger said feeling in the past, I would write it off as ridiculous, and then later live to regret that decision when said shit storm jumped up, screamed “booya!”, punched me in the face, and ran off with my wallet and car keys as I lay on the ground going “what.. the… FUCK?”… metaphorically speaking of course.

So you see, due to past shit storms, I’m a bit leery of simply going “uh huh, whatevah” when the spidey sense goes a tingling.. after all, I like my car, and I really don’t want to have to buy new one, but if it’s going to get stolen on me, I at least want to be prepared to ride the bus to work for a few days… (jesus, this metaphorical thing is getting way out of hand…)

So the way I figure it, either my psyche is permanently damaged from past shit storms and is prompting my subconscious to make shit up, causing this entire feeling to be bogus, in which case nothing bad will pop up, my car keys are safe in my pocket, and life is going to be just fine. Or, alternatively, my spidey sense is on target, and some day soon the shit storm will roll into town, punch me in the face, take my wallet and keys, and I’ll be riding the bus to work while my subconscious goes “I told you so mutherfucker… No, don’t listen to me, you NEVER LISTEN TO ME, SEE WHERE IT GETS YOU? HA HA, LOOK AT FAT MAN ON THE BUS.. EAT A COCK!” (My subconscious can be a spiteful little prick when he wants, apparently)

The problem of course is, even if the feeling is valid, there’s not a whole lot I can really do about it. I mean, if the shit storm is a coming, there’s nothing I can do about it anyway, it’s not in my hands, I don’t control the weather, and I’m not even entirely sure it’s coming, so it’s not like I can just board up the windows and get the hell out of dodge to spend the weekend someplace else… too much to lose if I’m wrong and there is no storm. So all I can do really, is sit back and wait to see if this feeling is on target or not… and keep looking over my shoulder, of course, knowing for sure if it’s coming can make it easier to roll with the punches.