Generally, I don’t get sick. Last weekend, I got sick. Runny tummy, weak, slept the whole day, bored.
While one is sick, they tend to get deep. There is nothing better to do than to think. And stare at the ceiling. And continue with that same lame boring dream you had before that, and then think some more. In addition to this, I went and read someone’s speech at Smuts Hall, UCT my former residence for the Alumni dinner. I thought I was going to collapse on stage. I didn’t. I like writing in short sentences. I’m being melodramatic. I need a doctor. Like Eminem.
The worst thing about being sick is that I didn’t want to eat. I had no energy, because I didn’t eat (and, as mentioned above, because I was sick). Eating gives a person energy. I didn’t eat. Therefore, I didn’t have energy. Appetite gone. Taste buds gone. Appreciation for the free food I got at the Alumni Dinner I forgot to pay for… gone. And it got me thinking…
When we’re sick, the thing we need most is what we repel: food for energy, medicine for healing, and Rebecca Black’s Friday song to make us feel warm and fuzzy inside. Just like when we need people, our natural reaction is first to isolate ourselves. And when we need to work, our natural reaction is to read through our tweets. For the 4th time. And when we need to read the Bible, we are more drawn to Heat. And when we need Jesus, we are more drawn to [insert your preferred idol here].
But now, I’m healthy. And I can write in short sentences at random times of the night. And you’re reading this. And I’m just so hot right now. And Johnny Bravo is the best cartoon ever made by man. The end.