Hi there. I'm Gene. How do you do?
You probably don't know me, but let me tell you - I'm the friendliest and smartest guy you're gonna meet around these parts.
Are you doin' good? Your folks ok back home? How’s your students? Good? Why am I asking, you say? Well, hrrm. I don't mean to brag...but me, heh. I was at the top of my class - with the best grades up to my senior year. And not just in academics, but even in sports too. I love basketball. Heck, I almost played college ball. Just name it - contests, debates, championships, trophies, awards, anything. I've done it.
Now don't be shy. I'm smart, but I'm also pretty cool. Anyway, you know what the best part is? Everybody liked me. I got lots of buddies, and quite a few girls too. In fact, they liked me so much that it freaked me out already. He, he. But hey, it's not like they pressured me or anything.
But one day I just woke up and....BAM. It felt so wrong. So BORING - and I can't take it like that. I remember thinking, is this all there is to my life? Is this the PURPOSE of my existence? Damn. It is so freakin’ pointless…
I think I was just tired. You think so too? But there was nothing wrong with wanting more, right? We got to live our lives to the fullest, right?
So what I did was, I got up, and walked away. That's right. I packed my bags and quit school for a week. Just for a little adventure, right? I was bored up to my ears. I couldn't bear another minute. I mean, what's the big deal? School’s almost over! Just the finals left, and I've got that in the bag. Don't you agree? With my intelligence and reputation, it's a piece of cake to catch up with school. Or go to a good college, for that matter. So I went out, just for a week.
Why are you asking if I told my parents or my friends? Of course I didn't. They would've made me stay. And I was NOT gonna be stopped. They don’t know how hard it was for me.
But can you believe it? I was just having fun with my friends downtown, and the next thing I know, I was being brought here to this joint. I didn’t do anything! I mean, the owner of that house was my friend. And I convinced him to let us borrow his place for a while. What else is there to say? That’s it. No other explanation, nothing. But you should know - I think they shot me up with some chemicals too. I could tell when I woke up.
How am I feeling? Well I’m ok now. No pain or anything. I’m just getting sick of this place. When are they going to hold my trial? Those punks. Don’t they know they can’t detain me like this?
Hey? Where are you going? Are you leaving? Well….thank you for listening, ok? Please come back soon.
“Doctor, how is he?” a very concerned-looking lady asked me from the sofa. Gene’s mother. I shook my head, and told her the current status of her son, before going to my office at the end of the wing.
Gene has been in this institution for almost 7 years now. He has been diagnosed as a case of multiple personality disorder. Currently, he manifests 3 personas, although the one he showed me now was the closest to the truth.
He was really a smart kid. But soon after returning from his vacation, he failed his exams. Well of course. He was too confident about passing that he didn’t study at all.
Needless to say, for him it was devastating. Some ridicule notwithstanding, he could’ve recovered easily. But he left his home for good, soon after that. Got into a bad crowd, did drugs, and turned into a juvenile delinquent. All because he thinks he’s a failure. And unfortunately his constant denial and rationalization drove him to the edge. And beyond.
I closed his file for today. (Sigh). The potent power of our thinking never fails to inspire me, both with wonder, and a slight sense of dread.
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