Between admonishments to increase our daily quotient of vitamin C, we learn that he can also read our minds. Pointing at each of us, he declares our true names. Mine was Chad. In between fevered typing on an a keyboard only he can see, he exhorts us to stop thinking at him. His hands blur in fevered incantations, and he starts to laugh, happily.
His root problem is based on misbalanced brain chemistry. A neurotransmitter extra here, less there, and his perceptions have altered fundamentally. We can fix this, to an extent. It comes at the cost of a forced personality leveling, a demolition of the peaks of inconsistency. He is paranoid, but ecstatic. He is delusional, and delightful. He is sick, but should we fix him?
Totally fascinating. Is he dangerous to anyone or to himself, or just not functional in the world?
ReplyDeleteAlso- what is he typing and WHY?
he doesn't say. Just likes to type. can be dangerous. Schizophrenics have poor impulse control. can lead to violence.
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