Sure, I COULD bore you with my story, but this is far more colorful.
At this point (15 YEARS and counting), this is a sick, fucking joke.
Every day is just as repetitive as the last in my living nightmare. My limbo hełl.
I just got a great idea! Let’s play, “What are the Odds?”
Here, I’m going to flip this quarter 20 times. Bet I can make it come up Heads 20 times in a row! Impossible? Why am I so confident?
BECAUSE, SILLY GOOSE! I’M TOLD THOSE ARE THE SAME ODDS OF ME BEING LIKE THIS!
Wait, in “reality”, coins don’t come up heads 20 times in a row?
Riiiiight. My “life” definitely isn’t some joke. Suurrre.
By the way, I have a bridge for sale in Brooklyn.
And don’t get me started with existence itself…
I was born going, “Uhh…WTF. How did I get here?”, started remembering things at 10, got my bearings at 20, got fucked over before I finished my 20’s, totally missed my 30’s, am halfway through my 40’s, am living on borrowed time (most people like me last a decade or so) and get to look forward to either some kind of mind-wipe/reincarnation back to this lunatic asylum or a eternity of timelessness from which I can never, NOT exist.
I’m Lovin’ It.
Back to my liquid-based feeding of fake, sugar water.
And a sea of ignoramuses that I get to observe, chuckle at, and vicariously live through.
Like I haven’t done this 5,273 times before.
Almost forgot – did I mention that my right eye has, because I can’t close it, dried up, scarred over and it’s now blurry to the point of being useless? Yes, as if being a mute quadriplegic wasn’t enough, the universe has added to the perpetual, Jurassic beatdown with a kick to the balls saying, “And now you’re half blind, beeotch!”
So why the hell am I still like this? If this were some kind of ‘wake-up call’, fine. So where the fuck is the finger snap to put me back together again?
Other than my initial care back in 2006/2007, the medical establishment can’t do jack for me. God is nowhere to be seen. I can’t move on my own (it’s like being buried up to your neck in cement).
I can’t believe that I ever bought the bullshit of, “This isn’t like a Spinal Cord Injury – those people will never recover. You have a road to recovery!” when this first happened.
Shit. At least those people can talk.
Have a nice day. I’m off to renew my prescription for Fukitol.