Gary Edwards and Karen Parker discuss their post graduation plans when Gary realizes that continuing life in this fashion is just crazy. Being "sane" really means you are kept up in chains, stored in a tornado safety storage, not to be released to speak your mind. However, if you were considered crazy, insane, or
When people are asked what is the one thing they cherish the most; the thing they would do anything to protect, most people choose their sanity.
My name is Gary Edwards and I disagree.
I suppose it was during lunch on April 14, 1954 that I changed my mind. I was with my girlfriend of two years, and we were graduating college in a few short months.
"Gary, you still don't know what you're going to do with your life?" Karen asked.
"Well," I started. "I have some idea, but do we really know what we want to do? Or are we just guessing?" I figured to just leave the ball in her court.
"You've been acting really strange lately. Talking weirdly," she eyed me. "Are you sure everything is okay," she paused, "up there." She pointed to her head.
"And what's that supposed to mean, Karen?" I asked her harshly, but that was going too far. I sensed a fight brewing.
I took the first move, stood up, and left her sitting dumbfounded at our little table in the cafe. We both understood it as an act of finality; that it was finally over after the long year.
Twenty years later in the seventies, people were rebelling against themselves, speaking their mind, and otherwise getting their noses stuck where they shouldn't have been in the first place.
It's perfect, I thought. I could just be one of them, and get away with anything.
Them, of course, referred to the hippies who sought peace and the green, seed-bearing herb. Most of all, I believe they sought freedom. Freedom against everyone and everything, including themselves. That was what I wanted, so that was what I got.
On September seventh, I went through with my plan. I packed my bags, and left my mind and sanity behind.
I have yet to be disappointed.