The need for speed

"I have a need. A need for speed."

Can you guess the quote? That's right. It's Tom Cruise's character from Top Gun. This was pre-scientology when you could take the man seriously. While I had fully anticipated extensive lively discussion regarding the ranting and raving of this actor-cum-zealot, I find his latest rhetoric has left me almost speechless (http://gawker.com/5002269/the-cruise-indoctrination-video-scientology-tried-to-suppress). In fact, he is almost speechless in this video. Well not speechless really, he is able to communicate. More like senseless. He strings words together, and technically they are from the English language, but altogether they form incoherent sentences punctuated by maniacal gesticulation and hysterical cackling. There are vague references to "helping" and "knowing", but I'll give 50 bucks to anyone who can discern the parties being helped, or what these helpers know that the rest of us just haven't figured out yet. I can't decide if his proselytizing about scientology has hurt psychiatry and psychiatric research, or if it has brought awareness of psychiatric issues to the forefront. I am guessing (and hoping) the latter because his exchange with Matt Lauer was nothing if not the grandiloquent jabbering of a [bipolar] person entrenched in a manic episode. I'm just saying. And I am saying it glibly at that.

However, that was not actually the intent of this post. As usual, I digress. I had really wanted to talk about running and the need to get out there and just open it up and go. That need for speed. This morning I had read a back issue of Runner's World and I was positively inspired, but now that it is evening and I am contemplating this screwball, I am just too exhausted.