This was taken Christmas morning. I’ve had him 16 months now. He was nine months when I acquired him from the shelter. He had been living on his on God knows how long–grew up on the streets. It took the shelter six weeks to fatten him up and treat his several afflictions. Even after I brought him home, it took a long while and more than one hospital stay before he finally stopped scavenging impulsively. But, can you see it in his eyes? He knows that I’m the crazy one.
I went out in public today. Brought food from a plate back to my dog. All in all, it was a very good day. I was so stable–it was righteous…or perhaps I was un-stable and self-righteous. I gave a couple of hard working, underpaid customer service folks–a cashier and supervisor–a little excitement, “pleasure spiced with pain”. I weighed and measured their hearts. They winced as I reminded them they were already dead, but a glance at the time clock restored their hopes. Then as I mentioned before, I brought a treat home to Anubis.
Was this what Abraham Maslow referred to as a “peak experience” or the APA DSM might list under “manic episode”? Really, it felt like a random occurrence. And it was kinda within the bounds of a typical day for most people. However, it was worthy of note purely for my getting out of the house.
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