Note

Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

No Hugs

One of my favorite delusional beliefs that keeps coming up (Grandma conversation is a good example) is that my SAT score was changed to hide me from the government.

My test score was a 1050. Not impressive. AT all. In this alternative reality, in this fantasy world, I say, it was really a fucking 1590. The hackers, some small group of liberals inside the government, switched it. They didn't want me in a think tank. LIke my first cousin or wanting me to end up like my grandfather.

The only idea more ridiculous than that (because that's pretty outrageous) is the idea that they would hunt me down now. For no reason.

If it's a war, it's some battle of wits, but I can't tell what is the score. ONly I can see I'm not too so well . ARe they doing better? Do they go home and cry ?

WE don't feel good about ourselves even though one of us did actually score a 1590. I'm sorry.

Hey, I did that extra special thing, hug me. d

Then, I say, I didn't do anything fucking special. Do I get a hug? NO.

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