The psychosis began with the flowers.
Allison and I were not the intended recipients, but the plant came into our care anyway. It was getting lonely on top of the mailboxes of our building, unclaimed for a few days.
We assumed it was something normal; an apology, a get well, an 'I don't love you anymore' plant cause who would actually send a plant like that to someone they loved, and so we decided it would be appropriate for us to claim it.
After a few Pimm's Cups and Sidecars from an assortment of bars in our neighbourhood, our courage was screwed to the sticking place and we knew that this plant's time had come to be given a home.
Upon unwrapping the cellophane, we were faced with a strange and exciting surprise: the flowers were shaped like a creature. It looked like a demented puppy, with googly eyes and strange ribbons spewing in place of ears. The card inside the neon tissue was addressed to two men, and referred to some business project. Every Word Of The Message Was Capitalized, For Some Exciting Reason That Really Made Me Love The Gift More.
The plant creature was responsible for many personal breakdowns in the days that followed. Merely calling its addled expression to mind had the effect of instant madness on me. Like an inside joke, an inside breakdown occurs in public and its reason is unknown to those who witness the event. This in itself is always hilarious, and adds to the illusion of madness. In hindsight, this was the beginning of what I now term 'the psychosis'.
This blog will attempt to document the subsequent events of a psychotic nature, and any that ensue hereafter.
PS: Seriously. Imagine picking up that creature in an intoxicated state, going to sleep, then waking up to it sitting in your living room the next day. I hear sometimes drunken people do this, but bring a person home- not a plant. I hear this situation often results in embarrassment or regret the next morning. I, of course, was just faced with the constant and eager plant-creature's expression, and who could regret such hilarity? Beautiful. Psychosis.
2 comments:
i was always bothered by the flowers that grow along the streets of tokyo.
i wish i could see them, flowers of toyko
perhaps they too would trigger a psychosis of some kind,
but i'd probably welcome it
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