holy hysteria!

They’re coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They’re coming to take me away, ho ho, he he, ha ha,
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time
And I’ll be happy to see those nice young
Men in their clean white coats and
They’re coming to take me away, ha-haaa!

I did it. I peed in my pants in a fit of hysteria — laughing and crying at the same time and not able to stop any of it from happening.
In the middle of the frustrations of trying to put together some “assembly required” furniture (keep in mind that I was one of those kids who flunked the spacial-relations part of IQ tests), I got a UPS delivery of five baskets that I ordered to use as organizers on the top shelves of my wire “assembly required” closets.
Each basket came in its own terribly oversized 3 foot by 3 foot box. Each box contained one basket and about 10 yards of wide brown paper packing. So, there I was, nuts and bolts and little pegs and tubes of wood glue scattered all over, with these huge five boxes piled up waiting to be opened.
As I was heading out to the garage with my arms full of a paper lawn-leaf bag filled to overflowing with brown paper and five cardboard boxes cut down for recycling, I walked out the wrong door and found myself in the opposite direction toward which I was heading.
It wasn’t that funny, but the Sisyphus nature of my life these days just got to me.
I went back into the hallway, sat on the steps and started to laugh – big expulsions of air. And cry — big constrictions of chest. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop the pee, either.
I wonder how long it will be before they come to take me away. Ho ho, hee hee, ha ha.

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