Wednesday, June 06, 2007

The Schizoid Prison

Everybody else had a childhood, for one thing -- where they were coaxed and coached and taught all the shorthand. Or that's how it always seemed to me, eavesdropping my way through twenty-five years, filling in the stories of normal men's lives. First they had their shining boyhood, which made them strong and psyched them up for the leap across the chasm to adolescence, where the real rites of manhood began. I grilled them about it whenever I could, slipping the casual question in while I talked to them sporadically, furtively.

And every year they leaped further ahead, leaving me in the dust with all my doors closed, and each with a new and better deadbolt. Until I was twenty-five, I was the only man I knew who had no story at all. I'd long since accepted the fact that nothing had ever happened to me and nothing ever would. That's how living in a schizoid prison feels, once you've made your nest in it and learned to call it home. Self-pity becomes your oxygen.

I speak for no one else here, if only I don't want to saddle other people like me with the lead weight of my self-hatred, the particular doorless room of my internal exile. Yet I've come to learn that all our stories add up to the same imprisonment. The self-delusion of uniqueness. The festering pretense that we are the same as normal people are. The gutting of all our passions till we are a bunch of eunuchs, our zones of pleasure in enemy hands. Most of all, the ventriloquism, the learning how to pass for a normal person. Such obedient slaves and role-players we make, with such tidy rooms.

4 comments:

Evydense said...

Amen! Gary, very often you and I speak the same language, don't we? BTW, I really like the new "look" to your blog...

Gary Freedman said...

Thanks! I think the print is a little too small, though.

Evydense said...

I didn't particularly notice the print size, so it's not an issue for me. Just dropped by to tell you your interview questions are up. I hope you have some fun with them.

Oliver said...

Becoming a Man by Paul Monette?