Happy 1 Year of Posting

I am back. I am not sure why but I am. I just know that I am. Isn't that really all that we know? We are. or at least I am. Being a bit of a solopsist, I really do not believe that anybody but me exists. I have just created all those around me, like extras in a movie, who would not exist but for me.

It got me thinking about something that was funny. At least it was to me and my friend. We had gone down to Florida back in February of 1985. It was an early flight, so we had to be at the airport at around six in the morning. I was up at four thirty and did not get to bed until around two thirty. I will sleep when I am dead (thank you, Warren Zevon). At nine thirty in the morning, the flight attendant did talk us into having a drink. She had said since we had been up for over four hours, that it was really like four in the afternoon to our bodies. Suddenly, it seemed okay to have a double scotch at nine thirty. That was only the beginning.

Anyway, we get down to our hotel and all that. We go out drinking and have a fitful sleep. We spend another day at the beach, drinking, driving (not necessarily in that order, but it was the 80s and drinking and driving was encouraged--cup holders in cars that could hold beer cans, that is my proof). We were sitting around in a pretty delirious state, when I was able to put together a seemingly cogent argument to prove that my friend, Willie, to whom I was talking and vacationing, did not exist. It was so good that he started to laugh hysterically and he was convinced. I had been able to convince a tipsy, sleep deprived dude that he did not exist. For the life of me, I do not remember the logic that I used.

That is what I mean by solopsism at its finest. Anyway, I want to say that the funny thing is that Willie and I departed for Florida on this date in 1985 and one year ago (twenty years after that journey began) I posted my first entry in this blog. Ciao!