I can Google physical symptoms without getting all hypochondriacal, but when I read about mental illness, I end up wondering if I know anyone sane – including me. For instance, a tendency towards jokiness and the telling of puns runs in my family. Perhaps we have all got a touch of Witzelsucht, a brain disorder that, in one case at least, transformed a lifelong wallflower into the “life of the party.” I had no idea that being happy for no good reason could be pathological, although I’ve often been told to, “wipe that silly grin off your face.”
Then there’s Alien Hand Syndrome, a disorder causing a person to think that one of their hands has taken on a life of its own. I don’t think I have this issue, although my pal, Woofmutt, blogged about doing this intentionally to stave off boredom. (If you only click on one link in this post, click on Woofmutt’s, ‘cuz it’s funny stuff.)
Good thing boredom is not fatal, or none of us would have survived our childhoods. Remember how long 20 minutes was when you were 8-years-old? You’d ask your mom when you were going to leave the house, and she’d say, “soon.” You’d press her for specifics and she’d say, “Soon, honey. Twenty minutes or so,” and you’d just about die of boredom from having to wait so long.
I would love to be able to feel time again in that way, minus the boredom, of course. But wouldn’t it be luxurious to have days pass more slowly? What is it – exactly – that makes time whiz by so quickly for adults? I don’t mind the rest of my insanity, but I’d like to do away with my time disorder. Anyone else suffer from this? If so, have you found any cures?