Project Pumpkin Head

In high school I remember going on one of many band trips to an out of town football game. I liked the bus ride, I just didn’t like the comfort of the yellow hound. One specific conversation on the bus I overhead was from a guy who had this huge head. He was rather suspect most of the time. Why he stayed in band I do not know, maybe because he had nothing better to do.

Anyway, he had started to read this book about aliens. At this point in history is when the whole alien abduction thing was about to take off. The book – I can’t remember the name, but people talked about it a lot – was a compilation of stories from people who claimed to be abducted by aliens.

From what I overhead, this guy was saying that the author’s point of view was these had to be real because these people had never spoken with each other or had any contact of any kind.

Many years have passed since that ease dropped conversation. And now everyone has a story about aliens and abduction and the like. I, however, still think about the premise that author brought forth long ago.

I wondered the other day if we should believe these people really were telling the truth about being abducted by aliens with a barrage and battery of scientific experiments being thrust upon them.

Or was this something else that was indicative or society. You see, I believe we want to believe someone or something is in control. When the vacuum of control is in effect we feel like we’re careening down the road with no harness, seatbelt of safety net. Surely if an extraterrestrial life form can maneuver his Toyota flying saucer to us and do experiments on us, then we should not fear.

I believe we want to believe in something bigger and larger than ourselves, but we don’t want to believe in God. I think some of us want to believe in God, but don’t want to believe what he has to say. And in a way, isn’t that just a little alien in itself?