About DistantShipSmoke

I feel a lot of negative vibes radiating this morning. I’m finding it hard not to perpetuate them with a rant or two. So I am trying to nip them at the bud right now, my inner E will not be let out this morning. E? you ask. Instead of releasing a bunch of negative vibes by ranting, I think I will explain who E is.
As I grow older, some would add wiser, which I question, I can recognize certain characteristics in myself, characteristics that I use to handle all different kinds of situations and daily routines. I call them personalities because it seems there are characteristics that group together and appear or emerge collectively as one person to handle whatever life is dishing out to me at the time. I have identified at least three complete personalities that reside up in my otherwise hollow skull. I have E, DSS and the life of John. Each is fully aware of the others at all times. We think as one and don’t necessarily speak separately to each other. You might say that we each know what the others are thinking. Each of us are allowed to write a post if he feels like it. We are not at all split and I have never woken up under a table somewhere in a fetal position wondering how I got there. If you are thinking of Sybil, it isn’t.
E knows what can get under my hide and he can tweak me in very specific ways to allow him to come out, or should I say escape. He is a very opinionated personality but shy. He is politically very shrewd, and he is very good at convincing me to ”let my normally high standards of conduct take a brief respite in order to attain a better social and economic position”. Those are words others have said about him not mine but I allow him to do just that. Unfortunately he is trapped in a perpetual “winter of our discontent” and his story is already written and frozen in time. A very nice guy but a very puzzling personality. I use him to conduct my rants because of his social and political astuteness. Perhaps a personality that may be hidden in all of us.
Then there is DSS, DistantShipSmoke, the creative one, the poet, perhaps a little naïve. He loves music, music he can not play or skillfully sing. I really believe he is a poet. He loves to write it and he loves to read it. He is a people watcher. He can be found lying on his back staring up at the sky looking at the clouds and airplanes during the day and the stars, moon and satellites at night. He stays up late watching favorite classics and indie films. Sees nothing wrong with sex in movies and prefers it to any kind of violence. He is a terrible speller and can see nothing wrong with inventing a word or two if he can’t find one in his vocabulary that fits. Hoochalala!
Which only leaves me, John, the one leading the life, living the dream, the collection of the billions of cells. I am the name that’s on the mailbox and social security card. I deal with the mess that the other two may have gotten me into. I am the one that has to be the adult. I tell DSS when it’s time for bed and E to not worry about his social standing. I’m the guy that you raised hell with in school, you girls may have dated and maybe the guy one of you married. I can write, do math, mow the yard and repair about anything that’s broken. All while DSS and E are chugging away dreaming and formulating opinions. They call me John but I guess I could be better known as JohnDistantshipsmoke&E.

And that is about all I can say about that in five paragraphs.
Such is the life of John – aka DistantShipSmoke.