So What’s Wrong with Being Normal, (Besides the Obvious)?

Yup, most days on the calendar I thank GOD I’m hyper. I think my ability to write stems from the screwed up non normal way my brain works. When I didn’t know I was hyper, I could write, (And MAN did I used to be FUNNY!!) Then I became enlightened, and went on Concerta and Ritalin and all that other pharmaceutical speed I love, and no longer could. I mean, I could write shopping lists, to do lists, action plans, orders for the kids, etc, but nothing was funny! It all SUCKED!! I was either going to have to invent yet another alias to write for Keavin under, (“Boring Girl!” Reviews for people that like to read newspaper articles about stuff they aren’t especially interested in!) or I was going to have to just quit without notice and take speed all day. Wisely, I chose the latter option.

Hard to explain why, it makes no sense to me now that I’m back on tourist status. I’m used to having a screwed up brain, but that junk screwed up my brain so much that… it wasn’t that I didn’t get the joke, it was just that (dramatic, mounting horror music) I just had no interest in the joke at all!

Now I doubt any normal people are still reading this, cuz they all were able to graduate from college, and hate my guts for being so vicious that I’d DARE stab at their sacred cows. So probably none of them can confirm what I just said is exactly true. I don’t know if I’m talented enough to tell you what I mean by laughter being superfluous, and why that was such a huge big deal to me, but I’ll try….. in the next chapter.

For now, I’ll get back to shredding on the “experts”.

No, wait; I can’t. No why? Cuz I’m hyper and am bored of this topic. If I don’t move on to something that interests me, I’m likely to skip writing about this topic, then who will warn you?!