“The question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.”
I guess she was trying to make me feel better, but I find mental disorders to be vastly overrated.
Madness, in my admittedly limited experience, is accompanied by no superpowers;
being mentally unwell doesn’t make you loftily intelligent any more than having the flu does.
So I know I should’ve been a brilliant detective or whatever, but in actuality I was one of the least observant people I’d ever met.
I was aware of absolutely nothing outside myself on the drive to Daisy’s apartment building and then to my house.
I went to the bathroom when I got home and examined the cut. The swelling seemed down. Maybe.
Maybe the light in the bathroom just wasn’t strong enough for me to see clearly.
I cleaned it with soap and water, patted it dry, applied hand sanitizer, and then rebandaged my finger.
I also took my regular medication, and then a few minutes later an oblong white pill I’d been told to use when panicky.
I let the pill melt on my tongue into a vague sweetness and waited for it to kick in.
I felt certain something was going to kill me, and of course I was right:
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