Sometimes I think that mental illness doesn't really exist. Instead, some people just don't get their own jokes. For instance, lets say I utter the following in passing to freak people out:
My dog controls my thoughts.
Eventually I forget that I was joking, and I wait for directions from my dog.
Then I would think:
What would a dog normally tell me to do? Probably sniff strangers' butts, bark at nothing and eat my own feces. Sounds like fun to me!
Next thing I know, I am in an mental institution. I constantly slobber and I only respond to the word "sit." All because I told a joke.
Of course this can't be true. Mental illness is serious business, and I shouldn't be joking about it. Or am I really joking?
Monday, May 15, 2006
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2 comments:
maybe you need some nap time or a biscuit?
That's actually really funny.
I'm glad you made your blog available to ljers. You have a wonderful writing style.
When I feel my most pathetic, I find my appreciation for irony the most pronounced. :P
Erica
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