Aliens, Ghosts, and some self-involved babble -- Amy D. Ouypron

So I'm at home, back in "rural" Greene County, VA... I just stepped back inside from getting some fresh air and a nice gaze at the landscape and consequently, will now enjoy sharing some insightful babble.



When I was a little kid I was often left all alone for a good part of the night while my dad was off working at one restaurant or another. If you already don't know, I live in a somewhat rural area below the Blue Ridge Mountains where a number of fields connect that float up a not so large, but still significant, mountain. I remember when I was little I would entertain myself one way or another, and if I dared, I might go outside to attempt to play basketball and work on my nonexistent skills. Sometimes, no, often, I would miss and my wonderful glow in the dark ball would end up rolling down the hill behind the court--how architecturally ingenious! Well damn; that was it. Either I go back inside and watch my fathers collection of classic Elvis movies (indeed an Asian thing) or suck it up and enter the woods. Well big deal, it was only trees and dirt right? Well eventually I would gather the courage to carefully journey into the woods, my heart pounding and my eyes set on my trophy. However, as soon as I reached the ball I would quickly snatch it up and then sprint as fast as I could back up to the lit porch, or maybe even into the house first. Why? Well duh-- there were like witches and ghosts in the woods! I mean maybe a childhood of cheap independent horror flicks didn't aid to this reality, but for the most part, during the day the woods were a place of "pretend Narnia" and enchantments, but at night... at night when I sat downstairs with the two huge uncurtained windows no more than five feet away, who the heck knew what could be staring in at me! Anyways, an interesting childhood indeed!

Another oddity that was apart of my imaginative mind was the idea of aliens. I used to dream that something would come and invade our lands, that suddenly I needed to gather my favorite pets (god speed to the rest of them!) and escape from the "crazy alien lights" that were flowing over the land in search of human prey! So as in my dream, in reality I always thought that if ever such an event did occur, I would either run deep into the hay fields (I was not so tall then) and lay flat on the ground letting the plants engulf me and shield my body from the lights. Either that or I would hike deep into the woods and find a cave under a large rock and live there, my pets to keep me warm. Luckily, none of these events are yet to have happened.

So what does all of this have to do with our class? (I understand that egotistical ramblings don't really correlate with a significantly relative post.)

Well while I was outside standing in my driveway, staring off my moonlit view, I realized something or rather some things. First, I wasn't scared. No, I didn't feel as if a witch would pop out behind the barn and eat me, nor did I think that some wolf-like creature was going to... well I guess the same thing! Ha. Today, it's not like that. I can and currently am sitting in my lighted basement--still two large windows-- and I feel perfectly fine... EXCEPT, for people. Crazy people... human people, because this is the 21st century. Many crazy people have over history, and excessively in current times, exist throughout our fine nation and the world (probably more in our fine nation though). While I do believe many find, good people overpower the number of whack-jobs out there (who I'm sure have their reasons) how wonderful it is to be all alone on my country estate with no fear at all but the minute possibility of some crazed being from the woods doing some crazy things! Ok. Sorry--how negative.

To further my negative insights and to address my alien concerns, such is another realization I came upon just earlier. While I do believe some other beings must exist somewhere (I mean jeez, outer space is HUGE!), my concerns do not involve any other beings than the ones that currently reside on this fine planet, Earth.

It all started while I was looking out at the mountains... spaceships, lit orbs of light were simply floating across the mountain backdrop like we were the fucking Jetsons or something! Actually, to my dismay, over the years I've consistently noticed the surprise presence of new lights popping up here and there across the country side. No the moving ones were not the Jetsons. Even worse, they were cars. Consistently more and more people are beginning to invade my lovely world (yea, mine, right?) and each time I come home from college it's as if the aliens really are coming with their lights; coming closer; moving in; soon they will be here!

So that's my point. If any aliens truly exist in this world-- they are us. We are them. Fucking aliens... who invaded nature and while many did honor its fine presence, now I along with the rest of the world, topple over it as mere dominos falling over, trees crashing down, a large human foot in its place.

It is true, I think. Each generation has some eclectic group of beings who think "What a shitty world. What kind of people are we to care so little for our environment? et cetera." We're all guilty of it, but it just sort of sucks sometimes.

Final point being: Try as best as you can to love the world, but don't over think everything and try to enjoy your time here. At least it's a better place Now than it will be later.