Catch my Disease - Prelude
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I’ve been falling asleep lately. It’s not like I haven’t tried not to – just can’t help it these days. My doctor’s diagnosed me with genetic narcolepsy (from my father, his father, his father’s father), a disease that triggers sleep in reaction to certain emotions or possibly even at random, which is my case. I have yet to find otherwise.
Although… I have my thoughts on that matter. More and more as the days go by I notice that apathy is how people get by, this ambivalence to good and evil and pain and sorrow and the world around us. And it’s a cycle – this avoidance of all these problems becomes the source of these sorrows. A man sees someone getting mugged, he just walks right on by, and the muggings continue day after day until he himself is robbed at the tip of a knife just dull enough to cut bone, and then he cries out against the injustice, he waves his arms at the passerbys and screams himself hoarse at the crowds he was once part of. And so it continues.
Something in my head tells me to have faith in the human race, that one day somewhere down the line we’ll figure it out and move on. This hope is embedded in me – in us, this code of survival that proclaims hope, above all, will spring eternal. How I wish I were more human.
Nathaniel Richmond comma Twenty Fifth of November comma Two thousand and three
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haha. my friend used to fall asleep in class all the time and so her history teacher told the nurse she had narcolepsy. the nurse told her guidance counselor who told all of her teachers not to let her sleep in class. she had to go to the doctors twice, get blood work done and a signed doctor's note before her teachers would stop harassing her every time she blinked.
it was a good time in her life... XD