Editorial response to The Strange and Curious Impulses of an Addled Mind

Donna Maranto

It does not come as any surprise that such impulses actually exist. You see, I am one of those persons who, for some inexplicable reason, are on the receiving end of such recurring impulses.
And not for some short time either. One time (age 8) I was standing in my friend’s front yard, and a neighbor girl walked over to me, squared her shoulders and slapped me right across the face with enough ferocity so as to think I had insulted her mother.
I hadn’t. I absorbed the shock of it, and slapped her back.
She then returned her original action, whereupon I also returned mine. It could have gone on all afternoon however, people were gathering about.
To this day, I have never found out why this girl, whom I had never even spoken to before, did this to me.
Almost the same thing happened in the park once, only it was a whole group of girls who did exactly the same thing.
But I also want to know – since these are not the only times I have been standing innocently and been the brunt of some unusual attack, am I too short for the tolerance of some people – too quiet?
What I do find unusual is that my name is also Donna. Have we “Donnas” fallen on some sort of opposite sides of the invisible spectrum that divides creatures into their infinite space in the universe??
Are some anxious to move forward through the ennui of too many people, too much noise and not enough accomplishment while others sink into contentment of non-action considering an occasional smile the end to all creative processes? And what sent you that way and me this?
I am glad too about the Halloween costume, for I as well sewed a Halloween costume and donned an elaborate disguise to protect me from hollow spaces, black nights and lonely hallways.
Although it was not for my grandson, niece or nephew, I am sure the same impulse would have again caught the strange and addled part of your mind, perhaps because of the clumsy nature of my attempt to protect the unprotectable.