Thursday, January 27, 2011

A glimpse into my psychosis.

"Make a list," he said, with coffeemakers and coffee drinkers intermingling behind him.

I grabbed my purse, pulled out my pen, and then realized in that instant I didn't have paper.

No paper? How do I not have paper? I always have paper. Paper is part of my staple, my lifeblood. Along with a pen. It's ever present. Shooting from my fingertips. There in a snap. My only superpower is the ability to produce pen and paper at will. And now...suddenly...gone. Unarmed. Unprepared. I wiggled my fingers and no paper appeared.

"Here," he said, handing me a flier, "you can use the back of this."

I looked at my wiggling fingers and thought, 'They work.'


Jason Michael Parrish said...

What was on the flier?

(We all need to know this.)

Jason Michael Parrish said...

What other psychosis' do you have? I like reading about others' psychosis'...most people do. That's why some people become psychologists.

Tara Lynn Thompson said...

Psychosis? What do you mean? I don't have any psychosis.

Jason Michael Parrish said...

Psychosises...or however you spell never walking on black tiles, washing one's hands 35 times/day, or eating only green and blue M&Ms. This is the stuff people want to know about other people. It's makes them feel better about their own psychosis. For example, I ALWAYS buy cans of food in pairs...two cans of chili, two cans of ravioli...except tuna, of course, which must be purchased in packs of four and ... I think I'll quit typing now while I'm ahead.