Thursday, July 01, 2004

I am 24 and I think that I am insane.

I know this sounds mad, and contradictory.

I mean, how can you think you are insane, or more to the point, how do you know you are insane? I have spent many hours thinking about the many facets that make me me. I like to do things that most people I know would have to think twice about doing, and even then most likely they will just not do it. I spend a lot of the time thinking about strange things.... I've even developed a new and strange paranoia particular to me and possibly, nay likely, a good few others in the world.

First, the background information. I have one eye due to an accident involving a large dose of a crossbow, a unhealthy amount of partying and all while under the influence of my good friend alcohol. Basically, one of my mates shot me in the eye with MY OWN crosbow( this is the part that really got me ).

And now the paranoia.... I have lived with only one eye for 3 years now and there are lots of things that are beginning to bug me. 1) Depth Perception... The ability to judge distances requires 2 eyes. I can only see a plain image(Like looking at a TV screen) 2) Dust... Now, if I get dust/dirt/water/etc. in my eye thn I am blind, no way around it. I have been splashed by the complimentary car and had to stop walking and clear my eyes before I'd take another step. 3) Driving... I feel that I am less likely to be fully able to drive a car because if I need to look around for some reason, it means that I have to turn my head fully around so that my "good" eye can see it. Obviously, this means that I won't be looking where I am driving. And the ultimate irony is "blind spots". I am blind on the left side, hows that for a f*cking huge blind spot.

Anyway, my main paranoia now is that I fear that while I am sleeping, a spider crawls in behind my glass eye "shield" (Its not a full eyeball, only a hemisphere) and lays eggs(or whatever they're called) and I would not notice until the eggs hatched and the spiders start moving around.

Now that is what I call sick and twisted.

As I may have said, I have far too much time on my hands to think about very strange things.

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