I Lost My Mind. Part 1

Once upon a time, I lost my mind. No, not in a metaphorical sense, but I literally lost my physical mind. Here's how it happened.

It was just like any other day really; the sun was up in the big blue sky, the clouds made funny faces (though not once did they mock me), the birds are singing hoe downs (once they did a hoe down on bird poop), the grass was grassing, the wind was winding, and all the usual stuff etcetra, etcetra. However (one would anticipate that in the midst of a most perfect situation, a 'however' is almost inevitable), it was once of those days that if I was a cat, I would have been killed; which I eventually realized was not such a bad thing after all (being a cat, not being killed... though that was not too bad either).

So I was feeling extra curious that day, and of all the things that I was curious about, was that region between my left and right ears. So I said to myself (yes, I have this habit of talking to myself. It's tragic, but when one leads a life as lonely as mine, talking to oneself proves to be comforting. What I do is that I create this whole host of characters and befriend them. No, it's not like I have bi-polar personalities, that's an understatement... I have an army of personalities. However (Have I mentioned about how 'however' is almost inevitable, sorry if I already have, it probably was one of my other personalities talking) this time around, I am quite sure that this is me... yes, me) , "Ah! I wonder how the insides of my head looks like?". Upon answering myself (an answer which I shall keep to myself lest I offend the rest of them), I pried my head open with the jaws of life, somewhere around the area around my forehead. Like an old coconut split open with the sharpest of machetes, the incision was perfect and I barely felt any pain.

With my skull cap in my hands, I walked to the mirror to see what's really in my head. To my pleasure, I see my brains in perfect condition (I consulted one of my personalities who is a neurologist), my mind intact, and all my miscelaneous items in spaking good condition. Everything is exactly where it is, nothing more, nothing less. I was satisfied. A happy customer, I sashayed away and took a walk in the forest. I like walking around in the forests, but I cannot say that my intentions are pure. Yes I enjoy the humidity of the forest, Yes, I enjoy the insect bites. Yes, I enjoy falling on my ass each time I slip. And yes, I enjoy enjoying all the things that I enjoy in the forest, but while walking in the forest, I bear high hopes of finding my heart (which I, like my mind, lost it too once upon a time).

Unfortunately, like any other day, I did not find my heart. And like any other day, due to me missing a heart, I had a hard time resisiting to step on the ants. But I resisted anyway. However, I did feel a little light in the head, so I headed home earlier thinking some rest would do me good. To my horror, when I reached home, I see my skullcap sitting atop the coffee table. Hoping for the best, I touched the top of my head. Alas, it was squishy and shit. It became obvious to me then that I've forgotten to reattach my skull cap to my head. I went straight to the mirror to see if everything is alright before I reattach my skull cap.

Gasppppp! There exist a tiny cavity on the corner of my brain! My neurologist persona told me that that's my mind that's supposed to sit in that grove there. I realized then that that light headed feeling was there because my mind is not there. It must have escaped while I took a walk in the forest. Seeing an oppurtunity to detach itself from myself, it must have ran away.

Damn it! I lost my mind.

(to be continued...)