A forum for crackpots?

Would we like each other?

I’m lonely. I write a lot, gazing out between slats in a venetian blind that if they were vertical would certainly remind me of the bars of a cell. Where can I go online for community? That must seem crazy to most people, community abounds online. But I’m a crackpot, and no one online seems to welcome crackpots.

I searched for “crackpots” but found no comfort, no forums advertising for crackpots. And the truth is, I find the concerns of other crackpots boring. And I doubt I’d want to hear the opinions of other crackpots about my concerns.

I hear how thin that is, a complaint about the world outside that is obviously a problem of my own. So what are crackpots to do?

I write. And I plan to perform my scripts, as soliloquies. I just have to get up, as if on a soap box, and perform. Then people will be forced to deal with me. But would I want to find myself trapped in an entertainment venue and be forced to listen to another crackpot? No. No.

Maybe there are sanitoria for crackpots, where we can go to be pampered by sweet nurses paid to indulge us. Or is that even what I’d want? What do I want? Attention?

How’m I doing? Ten minutes gone by. Good. Only another 7 hours to go before I go to bed.

I could pass the time by writing what I’m a crackpot about. But even I’m bored by it. I showed my writing to my wife last night and it bored her.

In England, where I’m from, crackpots might be called eccentrics, and cherished. Well, that was a long time ago, I doubt that’s still true. But what was different was the matrix of conversation in which crackpots became embedded. We all understood the art of conversation then, which meant word-games that made fun of unfortunates in the name of sport, and we seem to have forgotten that today.

Would it be less boring to stop being a crackpot? I don’t see regular folk doing any better than I do. Being a crackpot doesn’t really seem to make any difference, everyone’s bored, you really can’t tell the difference between crackpots and regular people just by which ones are bored. You can’t tell the difference.

What a mortifying thought. Maybe I’m not a crackpot. How would I know? I can’t tell if I’m a crackpot from how people find me boring, we all find each other boring these days.

No, I am definitely a crackpot, there’s no doubt about that. I am neither a darwinist, nor a creationist, I have a mission to preach a third way. Let me tell you about it.

No, I’m bored just thinking about it.