2/19/21: Hello, My Name is Doris (2015) — Seize the Day, You Old Introverted Bastards! #poetry

2/19/21: Hello, My Name is Doris (2015) — Seize the Day, You Old Introverted Bastards! #poetry

Are you old and introverted?

You can have fun and sex too

and whatever else you want

Free to be you and me muchachas

Go for it!

The director was in some sketch comedy group on MTV — ugh, oh no …

His parents were professors in the classics or something like that … that’s good …

He directed “The Big Sick” — oh that’s a good movie …

When I used to read a lot I would go to bookstores and walk up and down the aisles

and wait until a book vibrated and radiated light

and then I’d take it off of the shelf

and if a force field developed between the book and my face

I’d pull the book toward my eyes

and if it smelled good, I’d buy it

Then I took it home and read it …

I’d walk to the subway (if I was in New York), thinking about the book

I started reading as soon as I got into the subway car

and I wasn’t afraid to start one book while another one was in progress

I was in my late thirties and into my forties

That’s when I read a lot

I don’t read much now

Now is my time to write

I’ve digested enough written words

Now I excrete them

I guess I was what you would call “introverted”

But I didn’t feel introverted

I just felt like reading

It’s a waste time to worry about society’s issues

I never did

So they brought me up on charges

and I’d be forced to make my case(s)

Eventually I’d issue my ruling

and be on my way

Until another cabal of they came along

followed by the eventual trial

and disposition of the matter

They always have a problem with nothing

Why can’t a man in his thirties and forties always be reading a book

I wasn’t avoiding anything or anybody

I wasn’t intimidated or even afraid

or scared (afraid plus nervous)

I was spending time with interesting people

these writers

I was engaged in an earlier phase of my own life’s work as a writer

I was dead to the world and alive inside

I was doing something

It didn’t matter that the knuckle draggers didn’t (couldn’t) get it

An extrovert is someone who will do or say anything without inhibition

and not one word that they say, or action that they take, is of any use or interest …

The Texas power grid (and its stated rationales) is the handiwork of extroverts …

Real kisses are preceded by shy and awkward gestures

Real work is approached carefully

Gingerly

after great deliberation …

Extroversion is the idolatry of product

The misnamed introversion is the grace of process …

Extroverts go everywhere and are never anywhere

Misnamed introverts can sit alone in their room and be everywhere …

Like God …

Extroverts ask few questions and are very decisive

One bad decision after another

Misnamed introverts wonder about everything

and generally do the right thing

Extroverts are nihilists

They’d get angry to hear that

They’d like to think that they believe in many important things

but they actually think like cave men

Me eat

Me shit

Me cold

Me hot

Me fuck

Me get away from saber tooth tiger …

Misnamed introverts think essences are things to be observed

and that meanings are revealed

slowly and suddenly

Misnamed introverts see themselves and the world as beautiful mysteries …

Looking within is the path to the inner reaches of outer space and the outer reaches of inner space … you can’t actually see the outside without looking through the inside … misnamed introverts engage the world thoughtfully and tenderly; extroverts thoughtlessly bump into it, devoid of language, howling at shapes and colors, without manual dexterity — punching mindlessly or slapping with open palms

EXTROVERTS ARE THE ONES WHO ARE FEARFULLY SHUT OFF FROM THE WORLD, WHO ARE AT WAR WITH THE WORLD; MISNAMED INTROVERTS TOUCH THE WORLD, MAKE THE WORLD THEIR PARTNER AND CHANGE THEMSELVES AND THE WORLD SIMULTANEOUSLY … SOCIETY GETS IT ALL WRONG, LEADERS ARE OUTCASTS AND THE ID IS CHOSEN THE MAN OF EVERY YEAR … BUT NONE OF THAT MATTERS BECAUSE INDIVIDUALS REGARD EACH OTHER WITH SYMPATHY AND APPRECIATION AND CREATE ALL THAT REALLY MATTERS IN QUIET, ODD VENUES FAR FROM THE BEATEN PATH …

Oh yeah … this movie …

(I hope you know that the ideas in my writing aren’t from these movies … before the pandemic I used to go to movie theaters alone and meditate and think while the movie rolled on … I was writing, you know, notes in my head … I’d carry a pen or pad or a laptop and I’d write down my words as soon as the movie was over, or before if I couldn’t hold it anymore … I’m just doing this now … these aren’t reviews … I don’t want to insult most of you but this note is for those of you who don’t get that … I also hope I didn’t insult the readers who don’t get it … as a misnamed introvert I can report that you are all strange creatures … I have to spend a lot of time thinking to figure out what you are like at all, and even after all of that work I could very well be wrong, but at least it gives me a construct so I can deal with you … I feel like 90% of you are great, and that I have to be circumspect with the rest of you … and I don’t think that is an irrational fear … I don’t want anyone to fuck this up for me … this writing … this is my home and I want no invasions … thanks for understanding)

Doris in the movie starts overcoming the ageism and the conformist persecution of individuality

I had the opposite experience … I was free and the villagers came looking for Frankenstein

That happened in a lot of villages

But both Doris and I got to the same place

We grew deaf to the world’s mean foolishness

and clearly heard its omnipresent symphonies of love and good feeling

and harmonized

Joy and sympathy …

I have been called old off and on since I was thirty

I’ve never felt old for a minute.

Life is a new thing

until the very last minute.

Copyright 2021 Richard Thomas

2 thoughts on “2/19/21: Hello, My Name is Doris (2015) — Seize the Day, You Old Introverted Bastards! #poetry

  1. I love that movie and you are absolutely correct. Someone pointed out that one of my posts should have had a better word than the one I chose. I answered back “thank but this is my blog post and I’m happy with the word I chose. Feel free to write your own post using that word though.” We are writers for ourselves and those that get us. This isn’t writing for a class or for a job. Freedom is the best.

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