“I’m like an animal.”
“We’re all like animals,” I say. “Especially now, when we’re all in a room eating. It reminds me of high school.”
“You’re smart, I see that. We’re all animals, high school is animals, but some of us are more animal than others. Like in Animal Farm, which I read, all animals are created equal, but some are more equal than others? Here in the real world, all equals are created animal, but some are more animal than others. Hold on let me write that down.”
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So I skipped the whole spiral into depression thing because it’s
all too relatable. After a night
of suicidal urges Craig checked himself into a local emergency room. He is now spending his first day in the
hospital’s Adult Psychiatric hall.
Earlier, hospital staff cleared him of his personally
belongings. After losing his cell
phone, his only connection to his friends and family through their saved
numbers, Craig said he felt like an animal. Before he came to the hospital, eating was physically
hard. If he felt particularly
stressed he would feel a squeeze in his stomach causing him to be sick. He feared being forced to eat in front
of the other patients. Now he is at
lunch, having this conversation with Humble, a man who is more afraid of living
than dying. Humble switches his
words around and uses them interchangeably. Although this is basically the rant of a neurotic it has
some validity.