Sunday, April 20, 2008

Stultify

It's not denial. I'm just selective about the reality I accept. - Bill Watterson

These days I don't know if I should laugh or cry at myself .
I feel like doing both.
No one is legally allowed to stultify himself.This was the premise from which the novel Catch-22 (and the subsequent phrase)  was born.
                          But I think I'm going crazy...gradually.I never thought I'd be a passive observer in my own ascent to lunacy, but it's happening.

It's those voices in my head(C'mon , don't lie , you  got them too, I can hear them).

No , they aren't speaking in tongues...not yet ,but they have a tendency to speak in accents.

                               These accents range from the lazy texan drawl (howwwdie paardner !) , to ghetto hip hop    (yo !yo ! ma man ! wassup dog ?)  to limey green  irish brogue(that's cricit innit ?) to the silly count dracula faux eurotrash english(I weel dreenk your blaad !) to apu indian accent (Iyyam very sorry , oh dear lord ganesha !)

I'm also in pain.

Physical and mental anguish.

My wisdom tooth erupting in my lower jaw has been the source of a low and continous throbbing pain for the last three days.
It feels like a minor ...uh...uh...dammit , I can't find the word I'm looking for ...uh...oh yeah , right , gottit ...it feels like a mild and continous ...dammit ...I forgot the word again ...uh...it feels like a mild hangover...Yeah , that's what it feels like...a perennial hangover...and I keep prodding my gums with my tongue, trying to pry them away , hoping to make some space for the new wisdom tooth to erupt.

I guess one has to pay for wisdom with some pain.

No pain , no gain , that's what they say...

Hey ! what was I talking about ?

Ah , yes , tis the season to stultify thyself...
But guess what ,
I'm not suffering from insanity.
I'm enjoying every moment of it.

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