Apparently, I get a bit peculiar when I’m sick. It’s almost as though the blocked nose has prevented oxygen from entering the brain, thus resulting in random bursts of oddities that can only be described as The Crazy. Colleagues, friends and family would look on and bemuse, as they witness a grown woman slowly being reduced to an inexplicable weirdo complete with incoherent speech patterns and a series of grunts.
*snort*
If you ask me, I think the strange behaviour has always been part of me. In reality, it’s my sanity and desire to stay socially acceptable that has suppressed the real self from manifesting. After all, it’s hard work having to be so proper every single day, being mindful of others around me, and making sure no one feels uncomfortable. So I’m guessing the true self emerges when I’m sick because I can no longer be bothered to hold back The Crazy within. I mean, I’m already gonna be a disgusting mess, what with mucus running from my nose, and sounding all mannish and nasally, so who’s gonna raise another eyebrow if I get all weird?
Huh. Now I’m wondering if I even have a point to make. *ponders*
Guess not.
I promise my next post will be more meaningful.
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Poor thing.. you’re sick! Get well soon yeah, though The Crazy is very much a part of you, sick or not. so ;)
It’s really nice to see my friends acknowledging The Crazy. :)