Thank You for Mimicry (pronounced ME ME Cry)

 

A Play on Original Thought

 

Scenario: “The Party Plagiarist”

 

Act one:

You are a witty genius of puns, inventive word plays, and clever verbal inventions.

You attend a party where folks are milling around waiting for their cocktails to inspire a scintillating conversation.

You (being the aforementioned conversational genius) are dripping charismatic pearls of colorful colloquialisms and venerable verbiage from your oh-so-brilliant brain through your vocal chords into the room as several not-so-brilliant guests of the hostess-with-no-entertainment-plan hang on your every electrifying word.

 

Act two:

One of the guests, who just lapped up your precious pearls of clever conversational contributions, moves to the other side of the room toward mindless millers of party quietude and splashes them all with your salivatious sayings, invented by your genius brain.

The millers laugh, pat the word thief on the back, and begin chatting as though the cocktails were loaded with Dexedrine.

 

Act three:

You stare at the plagiarizing putz for a moment with your previously smiling mouth pursed together in an ooh shape.

You go through a list in your head, recalling all those sayings that reflect that mimicry is actually flattery and really takes nothing away from the original creator… until everyone heads over to the putz position, abandoning you and your cultivated cleverness for the copycat, a benefactor of your linguistic leniency.

 

Act four:

You have a revelation about social intelligence and the origins of language. You resolve to keep all your new intellectual inventions to yourself so no one can steal them and take credit for your self generated genius that had nothing to do with any other human interactions, just you, you and your very own mind, all by itself, without any input from anybody, no stimuli from those in your evolutionary environment, just you, you and your thoughts that can be stolen.

You go home alone. 

 

Act five:

As you are falling asleep you start hearing voices;

Your 3rd grade teacher, your grandfather, a guy you met on the bus, some lady you chatted with at a cafe, your younger brother, a friend from high school, somebody who wrote a book you read, a cartoon character you saw as a child…

 

You silently wonder: “How come these people are saying all the clever things that I made up all by myself?”

~ by leakelley on May 24, 2008.

One Response to “Thank You for Mimicry (pronounced ME ME Cry)”

  1. Me Me Mean

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