“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 77: Melody, Another Gary Oldmanism, & Monty Python’s Hats

April 14, 2013

So Thursday after I left the bench I went over to Charlotte’s Web to see Sharly.  That took a lot of balls on my part, I have to admit.  And I swallowed a lot of pride to do that.  But I showed up and there was some woman there I didn’t know, she must have taken my place.  I began looking around for Sharly and the woman was watching me the whole time.  I think I scared her.  People seem afraid of me lately, my hair is a buzzed cut since I got rid of the blue, and I guess I just look intimidating.  People used to stare at me because I think they thought I was attractive or something, but now I think they’re afraid I’m dangerous.  It’s got to be more than the hair, I guess I just don’t look healthy, or the energy I project is unhealthy.

I found the backroom and was about to enter there when the woman said with a frantic voice, “excuse me, you can’t go in there, that’s for employees.”  I said I was looking for Sharly.  She said that Sharly wasn’t there and I could tell she was afraid of me.  I used to like to freak people out, kind of gave me a thrill if people thought I was scary.  That was cool because I would intentionally project a kind of anarchism at those times.  Now I’m not and I want to ask people why they’re afraid of me.  I would never hurt anyone.  I would sooner help people than hurt them.  In the recent past I might have asked this woman’s name and had a conversation with her.  This time, I just kind of sunk down deep into myself, finding myself so deep these days I don’t know if I will ever break out of here.

I said, ok well I’ll just look around and wait.  I didn’t want to say I used to work there, because I didn’t want to feel compelled to explain myself, or justify her fear by putting her at ease.  It wasn’t fair.  We remained there a moment longer, both waiting for each other to walk away.  I just wanted privacy.  I think she was afraid I’d go into the backroom once she went back to the register.

But then I felt a strange presence and I turned and saw nothing.  I was like, damn I thought I got rid of the Shadowy Guy since my revelation, but it didn’t feel like his presence.  I followed where the vibe led me and then I saw eyes looking at me through the tops of books on a center display rack.  I went over, went behind the display and no one was there.  Then I turned and Melody was behind me, she startled me.  She said, “I know you.  You’re Grimm.”

I said, “Yeah, and you’re Melody.  I think you got a little taller.”

“It happens.”

She made me sit with her like she did the last time as she sat on the floor with a pile of books.  We said nothing, she just skimmed through them one by one while I looked down at the pages with her.  It was nice to have company.  What was even nicer was that she was a kid, and she wasn’t afraid of me, she just accepted me regardless of what I looked like, even though kids tend to make surface judgments in a different way than adults do.  It was good to have company that expected nothing from me, just my presence.

I felt so sick though.  I hadn’t eaten since the Cadbury Egg the day before.  At Dave’s I only drank and did drugs and it satisfied at the time, so I forgot about food again.  And just when I had these thoughts, Melody reached in her bag and pulled out a Sunny Delight and gave it to me.  Holy shit it was exactly what I needed.  I needed a case load of the shit honestly.  I drank the tiny bottle down in one gulp.

Then she said what everyone else has been saying lately, that I look sick.  I said, “I am sick.”

She said, “You don’t have to be.”

Then I began to wonder if she really existed.  She’s so symbolic and strange and cool, she had to be a hallucination.  Yeah, I don’t know if she’s insightful or just weird, but either way she’s definitely awesome.  I thought of Gary Oldman and something he said.


“We’re given a code to live our lives by.  We don’t always follow it, but it’s still there.”

Now what does he mean by that.  I sat there next to Melody thinking about it.  I mean, it would seem obvious, but I wanted to translate its meaning as it pertains to me.  What is my personal code in life?  Do our codes correspond to our individual natures?  Or are the codes a universal set of values and ethics?  Is it a combination of both?  Does a serial killer have his own codes or is he breaking the codes he’s expected to live by since he’s a serial killer?  I think it’s mostly a universal set of values and ethics.  I say that because Gary Oldman says, “a code to live our lives by” which could mean there’s only one code and we are all expected to live by it.

So we’re expected to evolve from childhood into adulthood, learning and adapting along the way.  Just like they say in “Monty Python’s Meaning of Life”:

“…matter is energy. In the Universe there are many energy fields which we cannot normally perceive. Some energies have a spiritual source which act upon a person’s soul. However, this soul does not exist ab initio as orthodox Christianity teaches; it has to be brought into existence by a process of guided self-observation. However, this is rarely achieved owing to man’s unique ability to be distracted from spiritual matters by everyday trivia.”

So that’s the code of life, that is our pursuit, and we follow it by respecting ourselves and each other.  It’s the disrespect that sways us from the way we are meant to live our lives.  And at the same time, maybe we should be wearing more hats.  But here’s an analysis:


My name is Wall Grimm and this is my interpretation of Monty Python’s hats.

The roles people take on in society are often referred to as hats, the many hats people wear.  People take on different roles at different times, depending upon the situation.  So maybe they aren’t wearing enough hats as people are gradually becoming more self absorbed, less directly involved with other people since social media is obliterating human to human connection.  Therefore, people are limiting the roles they play in life in terms of themselves and with regards to other people.  “…people are not wearing enough hats.”

My code is broken daily.  I’m not respecting myself or other people.  Melody seems to be following her code just fine.  She’s headed in the right direction in life, she’s strong, but intuitive, and kind.  She’s like the wisest person I’ve every met and she’s just a kid.  She said that I don’t have to be sick and she’s right.  I’m sick because I made myself sick.  It’s all been a series of choices.  All I have to do to be not sick is to start making different choices.

Yeah, it’s easier said than done, but you can’t get a prognosis or determine the best treatment if you’re unable to diagnose the disease.  It just takes the initial diagnosis to put everything into perspective.

I decided not to wait around any longer for Sharly, so I said goodbye to Melody and left.  I wonder if I’ll ever encounter the kid again.


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31 thoughts on ““The Journal of Wall Grimm” 77: Melody, Another Gary Oldmanism, & Monty Python’s Hats

  1. Desiree G

    I do believe your psychology degree was showing a bit in this one!

  2. Yes, brilliant! :D

  3. Always fun to discover that creepy-intimidating-possibly-threatening-might-be-rapist-serial-killer-guy to be just the sweetest harmless soul (:

    • Grimm’s a “creepy-intimidating-possibly-threatening-might-be-rapist-serial-killer-guy”? Yikes!

      • Well.. we all know our self depictions are always just spot on .

        • hmmm…are you joking?

          • This is why I love the internet .

          • This is why I hate the internet.

          • And just saying, if you’re serious, that’s a fucking horrible thing to imply about someone.

          • woah woah, I’m not ._. the Duck is never serious

          • Ok, well it was hard to tell. I was recently attacked by someone else who has been trolling a bunch of sites, so I guess I’m on the defensive. Thanks for clarifying :) Peace, Sage

          • Lol, alright. Sorry then, I didn’t know. I just usually drop my dose of sarcasm and leave. People out there just suck.
            Hoping my comments are still allowed in the future haha

          • Your comments are more than welcome, absolutely. I actually unfollowed you because I was sure you were serious. It’s not that I’m so sensitive but here’s a comment from that other blogger that gives you an example of what I’ve been dealing with “You use the word “orgasm” so casually and in public, like so many sexual sociopaths.” lol so hopefully you understand. Following you again, and glad we could clear this up. :)

          • Aw, ): People out there are just weird… and not in the good quirky way. Maybe they’re just really sheltered, because when I first got here I was sometimes taken back too by some of the more explicit contents from bloggers. I just left quickly and quietly. But no, your’s is not explicit at all, lol.
            It’s all good, keep on quacking ! (:

          • Yeah, I love the blogging community, but every rare now and then some person, like you said probably very sheltered, emerges and it can get negative and/or freaky. I enjoy your blog, so this is all good, we got to know each other a little better lol And thanks!

          • Haha, yeah I remember when I received my first negative feedback and they even bothered typing a paragraph for someone they said ‘wrote so awkwardly it was hard for them to read’, ouch. Tender pride – gone.
            I enjoy your’s also, ta ta’s for now ! (:

          • Yeah, why bother, right? Take care, have a good day :)

  4. Morbid Insanity

    “We’re given a code to live our lives by. We don’t always follow it, but it’s still there.”
    Code can also be understood as ‘rules’, or it is something that comes from inside, or it’s a bit of both?

    • Yeah, I’d say there are unspoken rules of human conduct that would enable people to live together peacefully. I mean, we don’t have to all like each other, we just need to be able to respect each other and let each other be, so long as we’re all following the same rules of course.

      • Morbid Insanity

        Hmm, so the code is about ethic, moral, principles… Wait, can you dissect it for me with an example: “we just need to be able to respect each other and let each other be, so long as we’re all following the same rules of course.” I understood what you mean, but my thoughts are rebel, sometimes, and you formulate a comment with more exact words.

        • Well of course if we were all the same and perfect, then it would be boring. So there has to be some variation, some people who do things differently, rebel a little, but if the purpose is valid and harmless, we just have to accept that and let each other be. I think as humans we will inadvertently hurt each other now and then, we just need to not do it intentionally.

          • Morbid Insanity

            Have I already said that your brain is annoying? You made it seem so simple, it really is, and in my mind it was a mess. lol

            Thanks for the explanation! ^_^

          • Wow, that’s the first time my brain has ever been called annoying. Thanks for the peculiar compliment…I think it’s a compliment lol

          • Morbid Insanity

            Yes, it is a compliment. ^_^

          • Ok good :)

  5. Your brain is annoying.


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