Monday, January 12, 2009

Oh, The Humanity

I'm surrounded on all sides. The...chewing...will...not...stop. It's interesting what it does to me. I've never gutted anything (besides a trout), does that help? Does that help you understand what this does to me? The fact that my mind would product that third sentence while people around me chew and chomp their apples and celery?

I wish I was not plagued. I wish I was not chosen to endure this suffering for some unknown reason. Chewing sounds don't seem to bother most people, oh how I long for such a life. To not have my heart race and my head pound when someone unsheathes an apple, mercilessly ripe for consumption--this would be such a gift.

I don't know how my life could get any worse, but I trust there are ways.