Brain Goo

So I have this friend.

Ok, so mr. goo (heretofore known as my boyfriend) has this friend.

We’ll call him… Steve.

Late on Monday night, Steve’s wife called mr. goo , and proceeded to tell him that Steve had lost his mind. Now, I don’t mean in the “she done gone lost her mind” type of losing ones mind, as was the case with my post from a couple of weeks ago. I mean it in the “he thought it was 1986″ type of losing ones mind. He was in the hospital, and nobody knew quite what the heck was going on. (They still don’t, as far as I know, although last I heard they were thinking it may have been a small stroke. I personally wouldn’t consider a stroke that makes you think it’s 1986 as being small, but hey, I’m no medical professional).

I have absolutely no experience, personal or otherwise, with amnesia. Quite frankly, it freaks me the fuck out. I mean, you can’t remember anything. Which is actually an exaggeration, as in Steve’s case he remembered some things, mostly people, one of which happened to be mr. goo. But still. Not remembering anything is just not an option that I would be happy to consider. My family and friends would tell you that I already oftentimes have the memory of a goldfish, and I just don’t need any more help in that area.

Memory is a strange thing anyway. I am slightly embarrassed to admit that I have, in the past, mistaken something I have seen in a movie or read in a book for something that I either a) heard from a friend, or b) actually experienced in real life. And I realize that I am possibly an exception with my sporadically malfunctioning memory, but it’s not like it’s that far from the norm. Plenty of people I know have woken up from dreams and not had any idea as to whether or not they actually happened. So basically, our minds trick themselves, which is a disconcerting thought considering that they are the things that we base our entire reality on. And that just sort of flows right into matrix-theory, which I am sooo not even going to touch. I’ll just leave that little nugget to the conspiracy theorist bloggers.

So right – Steve.

I have it on good faith from the Big Dude that Steve will be just fine, despite this little brain glitch. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have blogged about it. But, I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt if ya’ll would gave a little shout out to Jesus, or Allah, or Mother Nature, or whoever you happen to believe in, for the swift and total return of Steve’s Brain Goo.

Because, seriously, 1986? Nobody wants to be stuck there.