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December 25, 2007
Green Man
P, a friend of nearly 20 years, shared a house with four other close friends. They kept everything so tidy that I had to re-adjust my standards every time I stayed over. They scoff at the oh-so-very-clichéd ‘are you a teenager?’ theory of ‘organised chaos’. Square lines were always in parallel, or at an angle both logical and or in harmony with the qi of the house.
It was therefore illogical to lose something in the house. Being the scientists we were, everything had to be explained through theories. Being cult movie fans that we were, those theories weren’t always confined to the realms of science. P’s theory for items suddenly went missing and mysteriously reappearing was that little green men (not those ones with claws, red eyes and evil intent) had to borrow certain mugs, hairbrushes, books, microphones(!) for various reasons. Perhaps they needed an urgent hypersonic karaoke session, or perhaps they were just disorganized that they kept losing their own stuff. Those items were then duly returned when they found their own. The green men lived in another dimension and entered through small portals that appeared under beds at times when the air was still, when heartbeats were faint and the house unrealistically neat.
P’s Green Man theory withstood more challenges than the other flawed theories put forward over the years by different members of the household… and different green men continue to haunt our lives to this day.
Posted by quickness at December 25, 2007 10:27 PM
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Good for people to know.
Posted by: Marnina at April 22, 2009 06:03 PM