As I laid in bed this morning, watching my third episode of October Road (a show I do not recommend, here I am watching it anyways), I felt a tension building up in my head. Could it be?
I fear, dear reader, that I have a cold. Now, before you start getting upset, stressed, fearful and worried, I am okay. I will be okay. Part of me knew this was coming because I caught myself having a conversation in my head where I complimented my immune system for being so powerful. Of course, I didn’t knock on wood. Too late now.
Plus, on Friday night instead of going out, Alienor told me a story. I had just predicted her future and it was now her turn to predict mine. I won’t get into the details, but it involved her descent into a deep illness. In the story, I sat beside her, warm washcloth in hand, and tended to my ailing roommate. Time passed, and she got weaker and weaker. Before either of us knew it, I began showing symptoms as well. Alienor killed her own character, and I quickly followed suit.
This story was in the back of my mind as I made my way to the kitchen.
My morning passed as I had fleeting conversations with Charlie, Jaimie and then Alienor. It was similar to what I imagine happens in the book As I Lay Dying, although I’ve never read it.
I opened the freezer to retrieve my bread and was met with a deeply unsettling feeling in my stomach. This was to be expected, it’s been occurring ever since we put the dead mouse from our apartment floor into a yogurt container and then onto the freezer shelf.
I sat in my chair at the head of the table (to assert my dominance - I got bullied for getting beta in the male archetype quiz, and it was getting to me) I begun drinking my Emergen-C and watched as people entered and left the kitchen.
I am a complainer by nature, so it didn’t take long for me to alert my roommates to this “cold.”
Much to my surprise, instead of breaking out into sympathetic tears, Alienor told me she felt slightly sick as well. (Well, she says she doesn’t get sick; she’s going through a new life phase).
The connection to the story from Friday didn’t escape either of our minds. Did she predict something? Was her interpretation of my future correct? I’ve yet to find an answer to these questions.
Until then, I’ve settled for alerting the rest of you to this cold, trying to dissuade you from complimenting your own immune systems. It always ends in regret.
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