Tuesday with Fizzledorf: A Jam-Sandwich Journey into Absurdity
Last Update: Sep 19, 2023
Once upon a very peculiar Tuesday, I found myself volunteering to be part of an experiment that promised the revelation of the human psyche's most profound mysteries. After completing the numerous forms that practically required me to note down my life story, I was guided into a vividly chartreuse room where I was introduced to my fellow "luminaries"—a term generously bestowed upon us by Dr. Fizzledorf, the eccentric mastermind behind the experiment.
In the group, there was a conspiracy theorist named Edna, who could weave the most intricate tales involving dolphins and the world government; a mime named Pierre, who communicated solely through exasperated facial expressions and a frantic series of hand gestures; and Barry, a fellow with an insatiable appetite for jam sandwiches, brandishing a batch that smelled suspiciously of strawberries and despair.
For the first part of the experiment, we were asked to communicate using only interpretive dance. Edna flailed about with a series of fluid gestures that seemed to narrate an elaborate story about dolphin overlords. With dignified restraint, Pierre performed the most sincere series of facial contortions I had ever witnessed. Barry just waltzed with his sandwich. And? I flapped and shuffled, half attempting to translate my bewilderment into dance, half genuinely considering the logistical reality of dolphin rulers.
Following the dance segment—which I was assured was "profoundly revealing"—we moved to the meditation portion, led by a robotic guru that spoke in an uncanny blend of whale songs and jazz scat. I was nestled between Edna, who hummed alongside the guru with eerie harmony, and Barry, who seemed to meditate with a jam sandwich carefully balanced on each knee. Pierre was in the corner, furiously miming deep relaxation while maintaining a look of deep existential dread. I tried to find my zen amidst the cacophony of noises but found myself inventing a scatting dolphin language instead.
As the day unfolded, we were led through a labyrinthine series of activities that teetered on the edge of ludicrous. We painted our dreams with our noses and sculpted our fears from mashed potatoes. In the climax of the experiment, we were asked to perform a Shakespearean drama using only the medium of sock puppets.
By the end of the day, the chartreuse room seemed less vivid, less preposterous. As I looked around at Edna, who was passionately arguing with Pierre through a series of exaggerated dolphin noises and flailing arms, and Barry, who had crowned himself the "Jamwich King" with a royal robe crafted from sandwich wrappers, I felt a curious kind of kinship with them.
As we said our goodbyes, Dr. Fizzledorf handed us each a hefty report; the cover of mine read "A Profound Journey into the Psyche of a Luminous Being." Within, I found graphs, charts, and terms so convoluted that they circled back to being humorous. My "Jam-Sandwich-Propensity" was off the charts, and my "Dolphin Overlord Acceptance Quotient" was apparently "promising."
As I stepped out into the fading daylight, the world seemed a shade brighter, ludicrous, and infinitely more interesting. I couldn't help but chuckle as I pictured people's daily lives through the whimsically absurd lens of Dr. Fizzledorf's experiment. I vowed never to underestimate the enlightening power of absurdity, the hilarity of the human condition, and above all, the profound depth of a well-made jam sandwich.
In the grand scheme of things, I did discover some profound truths that day, though perhaps not the ones Dr. Fizzledorf intended. As for the psychological depths revealed through interpretative dance and scatting robotic gurus, I suspect those are secrets that I and my fellow luminaries will carry with us to our graves, sealed with the sacred bond of shared absurdity and the lingering smell of chartreuse paint.
Thanks, you all - I wish you continued success and a terrific day!
Lula
@CountessCtry
The Country Countess
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I do recall getting stuck or being in a Jam, but to waltzed with a Jam sandwich, well who get's to eat whom ?
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Lol !!!!!
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Hi there, Lula
Your writing is impeccable, mesmerizing, and frankly Divine. You found you jam, right?
Where can I but your books?
Rachele