I am aware that the clothes I have already worn are in the
laundry basket and the fresh, clean ones are hanging up. I know the very basics of an automobile and
am completely aware of the dangers and hazards of driving one. I believe I have a firm grasp of
conversational English and a rudimentary understanding of sign language for the
deaf.
My motor skills appear normal for my age and my instincts,
up to this point in time, have served me well, The part I cannot comprehend is
why my brain does not realize it has had a stroke. Apparently, it is not self-aware.
How can a brain not be aware of itself? How does a house not know there is a window
open somewhere letting the cold air in?
The furnace knows. It is suddenly
working harder to heat the house. The
curtains know. They are excitedly flapping
to alert someone, anyone.
A few houses along the same street have noticed the open
window but so far have not said anything.
Why is that? An open window is
not contagious. Maybe it’s my
neighborhood watch. Maybe they have fallen
down on the job. Surely an open window
would be worthy of their report.
Thinking about it, however, these are volunteer positions. No one is getting paid to participate in a neighborhood watch program. Maybe my brain looks at things the same way.
"Why should I
snitch? What’s in it for me?"
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