Since birth an important section of my brain was missing and it it has prevented me from performing critical thought processes. I have concluded that there are two possible ways this could have happen:
1.)My parentals signed a contract when i was born selling my baby body/brain in the name of science to the doctors who birthed me in hopes that one day my achievements or lack thereof will somehow be the cause of great celebration because it would lead to the result of some scientific breakthrough that would validate the existence of this mediocre humanity. How this will happen i do not know for i do not possess the brain capacity. But i believe that even as i write this, scientists are fiddling with that small part of my brain in some laboratory and creating an army of genetically engineered mutant me's while the remains of that brain part (me) sits here rotting away like a vegetable.
2.) I was simply and unfortunatly born this way: with three quarters of a brain and it has remained so. My parents were too ashamed and sad and decided against informing me about this small ordeal. They figured it was for the best and hoped that i could live a normal, content life without realizing anything. It is with deepest regrets that i (might have) somehow discovered this inconvenient truth.
Amazingly, I am deciding to accept this.
Today i was talking about this troubling situation to the one person who amazingly has MORE brain than is possible and who amazingly doesnt make me feel like there was a possibility my brain cells were transferred into his skull 18 years ago: Darius
v: i think by age 30
v: i will become a vegetable
v: ):
v: ):
v: ur girlfriend is in the process of becoming a vegetable
v: how do you feel about that
v: ?
v: ?
d: shes jujst
d: in a bad mood
d: eveyone thinkgs
d: they
d: are lacking some though process
v: brain dead
d: you arent going to be brain dead
ahhh....this makes me feel better already (:
v: brain dead
d: you arent going to be brain dead
ahhh....this makes me feel better already (:
2 comments:
Hahahaha, Vicky, you're so funny.
Hope you feel better, you're perfect the way you are, and definitely NOT a vegetable. =)
H: I'm sitting here trying to think of something to tell Vicky to encourage her and help her feel that she does not have a hole in her brain.
R: Impossible. I'm a cog sci major and I can tell that she has brain damage.
You do not have brain damage Vicks. You always ticked differently; it's something I really respect and think is unique (:
I'm glad you have D-man to comfort you. I agree with him: you are not a vegetable. The only thing that you and vegetable have in common is that the first letter of your names is V. (:
V for Vendetta and NOT Vegetable, Vicks. <3
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