Mezzo Swede

A Toast to World Domination
2004-07-02 12:45:46 (UTC)

Hair Cut vs. Lobotomy?

How miserable can it get here? The awful deliberations
continue. I try to stay away from the immediate action.
Because while I am terribly upset about what has happened,
and how my relatives have wronged me personally, I don't
want Grandpa to associate ME too much with the grief he is
experiencing. I am constantly torn between feeling that
his grief is well deserved...and simply, regardless of
circumstance, wishing him a peaceful life, however long
that may be.

Mom is a stress ball. It's absolutely fasciating AND
terrifying to watch. It's like her brain has fallen out
somewhere along the way, and now it's just this adrenaline
pumped, disconnected body running around yelling at
everyone. Everyone she talks to on the phone gets to hear
about how miserable her life is. I asked her today, if she
knows ANYTHING about what's going on in the lives of ANY
of her friends. I feel bad for her. I feel bad for them.

To combat feeling bad for MYSELF today, I made an
appointment to get my hair cut. I firmly believe that
changing one's hair, can change one's life. The ends of my
hair are absolutely fried. My fried hair is representative
of how my brain feels, so it makes perfect sense. And I
figure cutting of the ends of my hair is the cheaper, less
painful alternative to a lobotomy.

Ew. Now that I mentioned lobotomy, it made me think of
that movie I saw not too long ago, where this guy was
going around lobotomizing everyone in this old abandoned
mental institution, by shoving an ice pick into their
eyeball. That way they were all still alive,
but...lobotomized? Or was it just one person? What was the
name of the movie? I think I wrote about it already.
Anyway, I don't know how to explain the damn movie. It was
gross, let's just leave it at that.




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