The Merman and Alien Baseball Cards March 13, 2010Posted by Crazy Mermaid in Delusions, Hallucinations, mental illness.
Tags: Delusions, Hallucinations, mental illness
One morning, I was just finishing up swimming my laps when I noticed a man getting into the lane right next to mine. Rising to my feet, I told the swimmer that he could have my lane, as I was done swimming.
He thanked me, but he said that he didn’t like to swim in that far lane. When I asked him why, he explained that it made him uncomfortable but he didn’t know why. I told him that he was probably sensitive to the energy buildup along the bottom edges and corners of the pool. Instead of looking at me like I had lost my mind, he became very interested in what I had to say. Fascinated, in fact. Wanting to discuss the concept further, he asked to meet me at a nearby Starbucks in about 15 minutes, to have coffee and talk, despite the fact that he had just entered the pool. I agreed to meet him.
But I hadn’t left the pool yet. Dunking my head in the water to clear my mask, I noticed the familiar faint green tint to his skin. He was a Merman.
Arriving at the Starbucks a bit early, I purchased my coffee and settled down to wait for my new Merman friend. Soon afterward he arrived, purchasing his cup of coffee and joining me at a small table by a fireplace.
Explaining that I saw the green tinge of his skin in the pool and that he was a Merman, I was prepared for him to walk out on me. But he didn’t flinch. Instead, he insisted that we move outside where we wouldn’t be overheard. Once there, he told me his little secret: he was a mind-reader. Then he offered to demonstrate his skill, telling me to think of a word and to concentrate hard on that word.
As I sat across the table from him, I concentrated on the word “Abracadabra” as hard as I could, even writing the word on a blackboard in my mind, willing him to succeed.
Although he tried many times to come up with the word I was thinking of, he just couldn’t do it. He didn’t even come close. Finally, he said had to leave. We parted, not even exchanging names or phone numbers. He didn’t know who I was, and I didn’t know who he was. And that was okay by me.
But before he left, he told me about his Alien baseball team. He said that there were lots of Alien baseball teams throughout the galaxy, and that they played each other in games that were similar to the ones played here on Earth. Then he offered to show me pictures of his Alien baseball team. When I assented, he pulled out his wallet and extracted several baseball cards.
Each card had a color photo of an Alien on it, with the name of the player under the photo. On the other side of the card was the player’s position, batting average, and all of the other statistics typically found on a typical baseball card. He explained that he owned an entire baseball team of Aliens, but he never told me where the games were played or invited me to watch a game with him.
The next day, walking around the side of the pool where the hot tub was, glancing up at a whiteboard that was hanging over the hot tub, I saw the word “Abracadabra” written in blue letters. Directly above that word, written in green, was another word: dandelion. I was shocked at seeing the word “Abracadabra”. Clearly the Merman had been back at the pool and had written the word on the whiteboard for me to find. But what of the other word? What could it mean? Then it came to me: that was actually the guy’s name. Dan De Lion.
Was Dan De Lion real? I don’t know. If he was, then he was as mentally ill as I was. If he wasn’t real, then I was one of those people you see sitting in restaurants talking to themselves.