Today I woke up at about 7am, not to early, and I walked into the kitchen. I went over to the trashcan, it's the type with the foot lever to open the lid, I pushed on the lever and opened the trashcan. I then proceeded to to pull my boxers down and urinate in the trashcan. What the fuck brain? I caught myself and stopped but then I had to take out the garbage and clean the trashcan.
But here's whats really weird, why did I pull my boxers down? I always go through the gate never over the fence. Deep down do I want to go over the fence like a special-ed kid/retard in a McDonalds? This brings me to one of my fears; What if I am Retarded and everyone I know is just humoring me?
Like a sick version of the Truman Show, everybody I come in contact with has been prompted on how to act around me. Think about how you really act around the mentally disabled, nobody really comes out and calls them retarded to their face. Either you act like they don't exist (this doesn't always work when they bombard you with facts about their friends dog) or you act super nice to them and pray to God you don't have re-res for children/neighbors. Could bosses, teachers and landlords be coerced by somebody, most likely my mother, into hiring, passing and renting to me respectively? Absolutely. In America today you can't throw a tomahawk without seven different people suing you, if you did something like say, (finger quotes) didn't hire a skilled retard applicant, than you can kiss your Dairy Queen franchise good bye. Whats really re-re is my use of the comma in this blog.
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