28 December 2013
1338 hrs
Well, Dear and Patient Reader . . .
Looks
like Notre Dame beat the Scarlet Knights of Piscataway. I myself was rooting for Rutgers, but oh well
. . . can’t win ‘em all.
The
Tarheels are beating Cincy . . .
Anyway, if y’all wanted
sports updates I suppose you’d be checking out ESPN, not the CFF blog, right?
I’m at my local library,
the city library, I mean, and being a Public Library, it is a good place for
the homeless to come in out of the cold and the wet.
There's a guy over there that coughs without covering his mouth. I should go over there and tell that Doc Holliday emmeffer to cubre a toser, dicksqueeze! Hmm . . . Maybe after I post this, if he hasn't been hospitalized by then.
As in most places, a large percent of the population here
is mentally ill. The old Revolving-Door
Psychiatric Treatment is most assuredly Alive and Well.
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See, these cats only get
acute care when they are having an acute situation, i.e., a psychotic episode or some such crisis. They get hospitalized and are put on a
medication regimen, do well for their thirty day-stay (or so), then they are released. If they’re lucky, they get a month’s worth of
discharge meds which they may or may not take . . . they have to remember to do
so, but they can be traded for food and, unfortunately, for booze. So the meds metabolize or get sold or what
have you and then they, the mentally ill, are left to the creeping horrors that
impatiently await just off-stage.
What if, now just
indulge me for a moment, Patient Reader, what if the reality experienced by the
mentally ill is the real reality? What I mean to say is: What if the
perceptions of those whom are deemed sane, are truly the incorrect ones? What if music really does have colors and
colors have flavors and flavors have sounds?
What if the synesthetic nightmares experienced by schizophrenics and the
manic delusions and abysmal troughs wrought by the demons of bipolar disorder
were the norm?
Or
let’s take it a step further: What if
all of this, this world and this planet and this universe and all within it . .
. what if this is all some mad dream rolling around inside the lonely skull of
a man who himself is in a padded cell strapped into an I-Love-Me Jacket? (I don’t mean to belittle the crazies . . . remember
I am one of them, myself!) But what if
this scenario were true? Wouldn’t it
explain a few things? Like Snookie . . .
or Elvis impersonators or the entire Bush(es) Administration?
I
would feel, or maybe I DO feel, sorry
for this poor person. Can you imagine
what pain that person experienced, that he or she might be so broken? What terror and torment rages in this pitiful
heart? What would it take to dream up these horrible
wars and rumours of wars? Well, er . .
. madness, I suppose. It’s all you need here in this reality,
right?
Just
some food for thought, I reckon.
I
brought all of this up because I am going to tell some of their stories
soon. Not to get too specific at this
stage of the game, I will soon be posting some pretty interesting blogs in the
future. Would you keep coming back for
more of those? Splendid!
So
as you wander about your towns, Patient Readers, and you see the people out
there that mutter or downright shout to no one in particular, or live under bridges
or whatever poor state in which you find these poor folks, just remember that
maybe, just maybe, the both of you are really not real after all.
But
do remember, Patient Reader, that this person is someone’s mom or dad or
brother or sister or son or daughter.
Get them a slice or give them a cigarette or a coffee or maybe just some
compassion. No one chooses to be insane
. . . that would be, well, you
know. But, and dammit I hate to say it (especially
two posts in a row), we can choose to be kind to them.
Don’t
worry, Patient Reader and Dear Friend, I still hate people and still think they
suck, but I can try not to be a sucker but be a suckee. (?)
Umm . . . right?
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Pax Vobiscum, and all that jazz, Dear
and Patient Reader, and I shall see you again soon.
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The Cunning Fennec Fox
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