AndrewIrish
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I often have a fantasy(for some here I know is an unpleasant reality), but it kinda falls into the category of 'watching your own funeral' for me,which I also have a fascination in pondering in reverie...
I often fantasize on the drive to work, of having a TC AT WORK, just so people would understand me better... most probably think I have Tourettes with my 'myoclonic jerks' which are called 'episodes' at work... and my shakiness and people constantly asking me if I'm okay... some fearful, some shying away.... I almost wish if they saw ana ctual TC, they'd be more understanding of EPILEPSY - booom... burned in THEIR brain.... wipe away their assumptions of my intelligence and ability to work and prevail and strive..... I wish it would just so happen so they'd know it was something different then most of them have assumed, witnessed or known... and also, this is pathetic of me to admit.... but I'd crave the sympathy... I'd lavish in it like a dog thirsty for water. Is that a sign of theatrical or histrionic behavior or what? I'm a nutcase.
My Dad's an Epileptic Schizophrenic.... often days, I think I'm some kind of new and weird evolution of a mentality, some cross-wired gang of neurons which grew from a stem cell and coagulated together into this hogwash of circuitry and sinew....
I often fantasize on the drive to work, of having a TC AT WORK, just so people would understand me better... most probably think I have Tourettes with my 'myoclonic jerks' which are called 'episodes' at work... and my shakiness and people constantly asking me if I'm okay... some fearful, some shying away.... I almost wish if they saw ana ctual TC, they'd be more understanding of EPILEPSY - booom... burned in THEIR brain.... wipe away their assumptions of my intelligence and ability to work and prevail and strive..... I wish it would just so happen so they'd know it was something different then most of them have assumed, witnessed or known... and also, this is pathetic of me to admit.... but I'd crave the sympathy... I'd lavish in it like a dog thirsty for water. Is that a sign of theatrical or histrionic behavior or what? I'm a nutcase.
My Dad's an Epileptic Schizophrenic.... often days, I think I'm some kind of new and weird evolution of a mentality, some cross-wired gang of neurons which grew from a stem cell and coagulated together into this hogwash of circuitry and sinew....