PATRICK MARANO :: Pulling My Trigger

ADDICTED :: The mind is a powerful thing.  A wonderful, beautiful powerful thing. It’s Friday, mid-morning.  The sun is streaming in the room and a soft spring breeze is moving a plant near my window.  It’s quiet, only the birds can be heard; I’m the only one in the office.

Then, out of nowhere, I hear music.  A song I know.

It gets louder and louder until the vocals are clear as the sky is cloudless, and the beat thuds through the whole house.

The echoing din of the far away music, signalling me to the dance floor.  And in a flash I’m high as a kite, my shirt off, dancing under the disco ball at the White Party Miami (or Palm Springs, or the Black Party NY, or the Purple Party in Dallas, or Winter Party or… well, you get the picture).

Being in the middle of a circuit party, had, moments before, been the furthest thing from my mind.

But now, my heart was beating fast, my stomach was doing flips and I typed furiously on my keyboard to finish up what I was doing, because I felt like I was missing the party.  But there was no party.  I looked out my window to see a huge inflatable castle meant for the kids in the playground to enjoy.

That’s when it occurred to me that the music was a little grown up for that crowd.  Nelly’s “Hot In Here” with lyrics like: “It’s gettin’ hot in here, so take off all your clothes…”

I closed my computer, my hands a little shaky in anticipation of the party.  But there was no party.  Try telling that to my brain.  I was having a visceral reaction to the music in the distance.  My body thought I was heading upstairs to get into my low- waisted jeans and sleeveless graphic tee, to do a bump of some powdery substance and head out with my peeps to a hot club.  When in reality, I was heading upstairs to make myself a tuna sandwich and watch ‘Coronation Street’.

I could barely get the food down, my stomach was in knots.  I closed all the windows and tried to tune out the thudding music.

It wasn’t until hours later, after lunch and a trip to the gym, that I finally began to come down!  That, my friends, is the power of the mind!

Have you’re own triggers?  Tell me all about it.

 

– Patrick Marano is a life dabbler, set on experiencing as much as the world can throw at him.