Ok…I’m not a writer so be gentle. But I’m trying to expand my world and do things that scare me..so seeing this Daily Post…and being a comic book and Seinfeld fan….I decided to share what my version of a bizarro-world would look like.
In the DC comics universe, a planet called “Htrae” (“Earth” spelled backwards) is populated with bizarre versions of superheroes. A Seinfeld episode made the idea of this Bizarro World popular, where the characters encountered their opposite selves.
Craft a scene in which you meet an opposite version of yourself — or a story in a bizarre, backwards world.
It was a day like any other day. There was a definite chill in the air. The warm balmy breeze we had yesterday had disappeared. Spring receding once again. Whose cruel joke was this.
I pulled myself out of bed. Grabbed my Morning Joe. Shower. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Upon emerging from the shower it was time once again to face myself and start my metamorphsis. Gazing through the steam into the mirror, I lean in to get a closer look at myself…no wait. A different version of me stares back. Not completely unexpected. Not expected either. How long has it been?
Me: <taking the towel off my head> So how is it over there today?
Me: Did you experience a great tragedy in your world yesterday?
Bizarro-me: <combing hair straight down smashing follicles as closely together as possible> “Can’t say there was. Remember? We have no weapons.”
Me: <head flipped over taking a hot blow dryer to the roots for maximum volume and bounce> Oh yeah. How could I forget that? What would that be like? A world with no war. No weapons. No violence. No sorrow. <flip head back up and shake hair out to face the mirror> Must be heaven.
Bizarro-me: <slathering face with sunscreen > “So what happened this time? Did a building get smashed? A crazy gunman in a theatre? Madman evangilist?”
Me: <applying base, blush and eye shadow> No, two guys set off a bomb at the finish line of the Boston marathon. It was tragic. Lives were lost. Many were injured.
Bizarro-me: <finishing up sunscreen application and staring incredulously> “You must hate it in your world. All the tragedy. All the sadness. Here there is no sorrow. Here there is no fighting. Here there is no fear. How do you stand it? How do you get up each day and go out knowing this might be your last”
Me: <pulling my skin back to try and imagine myself 10 years younger> I don’t know. I guess I’ve grown accustomed to the chaos.
Bizarro-me: <plucking two stray hairs from an otherwise perfectly arched eyebrow> “That’s what makes ours a superior world”
Me: <now it’s my turn to stop grooming and stare> Possibly. But over there, do you ever have the opportunity to witness the strength of the human spirit? The resilience? The beauty of people coming together…. helping one another in moments of deepest despair and fear? When love and hope are at their best?
Bizarro-me: <pulling a line of floss out long enough to climb Mt Everest> “We don’t have a need for that here. Everyday is the same. Everyday is safe.”
Me: <examing my teeth I promise myself I’ll floss today after work> Hmmm. That’s good. I guess. Still I’m torn. Often part of what makes me appreciate life are the very things I fear. Living with the unknown, with uncertainty can be unnerving sure, but knowing there are people out there willing to go above and beyond to help others in need…the hope that I too can rise above my own fears to do the same for others if necessary….aren’t those the very things that make us grow and evolve? Isn’t that what makes us human?
Bizarro-me: <one final look> “I have to say you’re speaking about things I don’t understand. Are you saying you’re glad for tragedy? Fear? Grief? I have no time for this. I need to move on with my day”
Me: <staring back blankly….what am I saying?>
Me: Yeah…well, I guess I should get going too. Be careful and have a good day.
Bizarro-me: <turning away> “And why wouldn’t I have a good day? Today is like any other day.”
The steam has finished clearing from the room and all that’s left is my reflection..staring back at me. I dress, grab the car keys and head out the door to start another day – full of uncertainty, full of the unknown….but also full of hope and faith of good things to come.