It’s been nearly a year since I last moved to a new apartment. I had forgotten to setup the DVD player in my bedroom when I last moved. Its lonely, powerless, form has been sitting on a shelf gathering dust for the last twelve months.

One of my nightly rituals, a year ago, had always been to pop in one of my anime DVD’s in order to watch an episode or two before I went to sleep. It was the primary reason I bought videos. I suppose it was simple laziness that kept me from taking the five minutes of work I would have had to endure to get the components connected.

I gather that the simplicity of the endeavor is the reason I had felt I could put it off until I actually wanted to watch something. The fact remains that there have been many times I’ve wanted to view a show before drifting off to dream land, but the thought always persisted that I could setup the player the next day or in the morning for the next night.

That night would come, and that night would go. The sun would rise and set, as seen in the lights across my room beaming in from my window. Yet the DVD player sat, unplugged, unconnected, but not unwanted. I did want to connect my lonely DVD player. I so wanted to watch and enjoy some love story or adventure.

Even now, I could simply walk over. I could give life to the device that had brought me such joy, only a year prior. But, just a moment ago, I told myself that I would do it tomorrow and blog about it today.

You’d probably think me odd if I told you that I had a friend nobody else could see. Perhaps, I hear voices. Maybe, I let my imagination get the better of me from time to time…well, it happens.

Watching Chaos;Head is a rather unusual experience. I’m sure other bloggers have already expressed this sentiment in some way or form. It isn’t that we’re crazy, or that we’re out of touch with reality, much. Okay, we may be a bit out of touch with reality for short periods of time, but it’s all in good fun.

What I find most interesting is that the show seems to hit on a certain aspect of myself. That aspect being how closely I am to being completely out of touch with reality. Sometimes I feel that I have to really give it some effort to stay grounded, or I’ll may let myself wonder off. I find myself talking to myself from time to time. I have to admit, I’ve had a few rather rigorous conversations and arguments with myself before I realized that I was sitting in traffic and others were watching me. Hopefully, they just thought I was singing.

We all live in our own little worlds. That really should not be understated, because they are rather little when you think about it. I’ve spent time talking about how our “little worlds’ affect the perception of a story, but usually I take the stance that there is a majority similarity in the way things are viewed, despite there being difference of opinion based on personal history.

What would it be like to see the world differently, to such a great extent that the perception might as well be an orthogonal reality? Could one function or, at least, pretend to be normal? Probably not. That is if they were unaware of what others perceived as reality and what it was like. That alone entails that they had experienced something similar.

This is something along the lines of the old addage about walking in someone else’s shoes, just without the moral construct. Likewise, in my opinion, if one truly wants to understand then the only path is experience. Just walk up to the edge of insanity and jump right on over. Who knows? The fall may be worth it.