Miss Yolinda’s most recent diagnosis of my “psychological problems” is that I am plagued with a rare form of “idiot syndrome.” This, apparently, is a disease that can be found in many normal people, but reveals itself in varying degrees. She claims that my case is severe, and that so far there is no cure. She diagnosed me based on several discussions on my social interactions in the past weeks. She states her evidence as: extreme anxiety around seniors, spraying a raccoon hat with fake blood to make it look like a dead raccoon, inability to discern the appropriate time to disengage from group activities/conversations, trying desperately to make said disengagements dramatic and noteworthy, always failing at making said disengagements dramatic and noteworthy, sudden and rapid attraction to any unavailable female, obsession with impressing females through doomed methods (most often revealing my acute case of idiot syndrome)…
I consider this a shot in the arm! I think the first step to a cure is acknowledging that the disease exists. I'll teach Yolinda about idiot syndrome like she never knew before.
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Darius.
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