“You have Attention Deficit Disorder,” the doctor concluded
after his series of questions. “A.D.D.” he affirmed. He laughed, “If I had a
nickel…” I wasn’t sure what to think. “Really?” I asked the doctor. I had never
thought that I had problems with my attention span. A-D-D. That spells ADD, I
thought. What could be the connection between addition and the attention span?
I never cared for math. I remember constantly getting in trouble for turning
all my number 3s into Bart Simpson faces in math. The
Simpsons wasn’t really one of my favorite TV shows, but…you know thinking
takes a lot of energy. My head hurts a lot so I don’t like to think. It makes
me tired. I don’t mind other people thinking for me, especially when it comes
to voting. I lost my high school election for Secretary. I think it was because
I was a guy running for the position and not a chick with big boobs. I don’t think
I would ever get breast implants if I were a chick. But, you know, I do enjoy
chicken sandwiches… “Hey!” the doctor yelled at me and I realized I wasn’t eating
a chicken sandwich anymore. I was in the doctor’s office. “You zoned out just
now. Do you need a doctor’s excuse for missing work?” He asked. “What?” I
replied. “I had to work today?”
I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.
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