Wednesday, 2 October 2013
Stilts And Stairs.
I've been rather in the background lately. Challenging the latest bout of deep depression. A state of despair so debilitating that just switching on the computer is a struggle.
Once again, despite the exhaustion I'm feeling, physically and mentally, I'm going to use the positive therapy that is the wonder of the written word.
While sitting in my darkened living room, the only sounds, the ticking of numerous clocks, I got to thinking about my involvement in "Sanity Fair." A yearly one day event on a Saturday, in mid-June, in Stoke on Trent. Sanity Fair, a street festival of well being that aimed to bring further public awareness about mental health. A street festival with the purpose of reducing the unfair stigma attached to mental health issues.
Sadly, Sanity Fair is no more. The memories linger on.
During the 2008 Sanity Fair, I got to help out the events coordinator. One of the requests from the events coordinator was for me to go and get three people who were located in a room on the third floor of the nearby library.
Not exactly sure where they were on the third floor, I asked the library's receptionist. "Excuse me, I'm looking for three clowns. I've been told they are in a room on the third floor, but I'm not sure which room." Looking rather bewildered, she said she wasn't sure which room the three clowns were in, but I shouldn't have much trouble identifying them.
Up three flights of stairs I went. The very first room, as luck would have it, I found the three clowns. For some stupid reason, I asked them, "Are you the three clowns I'm looking for?" Considering there was apparently no other clowns on the third floor, unless you include me, I had the clowns I needed.
To my amazement, said clowns had stilts on. When they stood up in the room, their heads touched the ceiling. I thought they would of waited to put their stilts on. We all went down the three flights of stairs. Visualise three clowns on stilts walking down three flights of stairs. Indeed, visualise the perplexed looks of the people in the library as we walked by.
Here is a photo of the three clowns on stilts.
I'm feeling better now. Thinking back on that rather surreal moment makes me feel like I'm the fourth clown on stilts.