This is probably not going to come out right at all but it’s been on my brain lately and since I’m deep in my mid-life crisis it bears mentioning. Hang on tight, it’s another stream of consciousness rafting adventure.
I’ve been thinking lately about the Man from Atlantis. I always liked that show even though it was really pretty goofy and weird. Then again, I consider myself to be most goofy and weird so that explains a lot. In the famous words of Inigo from the Princess Bride, “Let me explain…no, no…there is too much. Let me sum up.”
The Man from Atlantis was a television show on here in the States from 1977-1978 and starred Patrick Duffy (before he was Bobby on “Dallas.”) He played a man found floating in the ocean who had remarkable swimming skills, could breathe underwater and had webbed hands and feet. He claimed to be from Atlantis and the whole premise of the show was “is he really from Atlantis?” and “where the hell is Atlantis now?” “is there anyone else around from Atlantis?” and “Who can fight these mysterious sea creatures for us underwater?” They were able to address these weighty issues for only one season before the plug was pulled.
Ok, now that you have the background I was thinking today about the Man from Atlantis. I was thinking about the episodes where he really puzzled about where he came from and if there was anyone else out there like him. Most days, I feel a little like the Man from Atlantis. I mean, (in following the metaphor here) I’m delighted that I can breathe underwater and all but it’s a little lonely being the only Atlantean around and people do tend to stare at my webbed hands (figuratively, not literally…they are not webbed in real life…oh, man…what kind of hits am I going to get from Google for THAT one?)I suppose most of us have these days, yes? Days when we feel as if there is no one in the world like us. For me, most days like this I feel really OK about it. I kind of relish being different from the crowd truth be told. I’ve even developed a remarkable ability to blend in with normal humans (as long as I keep my hands in my pockets and my feet in my shoes.) Then there are days when I really wonder who is like me and I wonder where they live and what life is like there. Is it like Atlantis? Should I be trying to GET to Atlantis? Is Atlantis more like Chicago or Helsinki or Des Moines or someplace in New Zealand, only drier?
I’ve added a Facebook application that promises to see who is like me. It compares me to my Facebook friends to see how similar we are but it’s faulty. On the list of “fun things to do” I couldn’t really put them in order of preference because half the things on the list were unappealing. They had no listing for “talk deep with friends” or “read” or “watch falling stars” and that is kind of sad, really. Either that or there just aren’t that many people who think those things are fun…or those Atlanteans don’t frequent Facebook, that could be it…
Alas, I digress…. and I’ve lost my paddle and my lifejacket is ill-fitting so I’ll end here.