I have decided to document my exit on a blog. This will give some hindsight to my circle of people to understand my plight . I am carefully planning my exit after my brother’s wedding so not  to be entirely selfish. So I shall be writing until the D-Day.
Whilst I have been tethering on the edge of committing Brunetticide since my 8th birthday, it has always been at concept level. Something that I would be looking up to, but never had the strength,power, true will to express in the physical realm.
However, these past few months have been a revelation. And it hit me in the face, the brain and other sensitive areas : the answer to my revulsion to all things mundane, the retort to my permanent drowning in the vinegary sea of life, was here, simple and straightforward.
And if you have ever wondered what planning to commit Brunetticide feels like, I can testify that it feels amazing (better than any pseudo orgasmic shampoo may I add).
Case in point : it feels so good that I can even tolerate Taylor freaking Swift whining about her gastro-intestinal ‘trouble’ on the radio.
Ironically, the idea that my pain and suffering will be definitely coming to an end at the end of 2013, is filling me with a solace that nothing else can match.
Fluoxetine : you made me feel like the Manneken Pis. I should invoice you for the amount of toilet roll leveraged during my short lived attempt at Fluoxeting.
Prozac : you made me feel as dumb as Paris Hilton’s wonky eye. NEVER AGAIN!
3 comments
It sounds like you really love your brother
i read your blog. love your writing, particularly enjoyed the “fucks in a row”. my boss (office/cubicles) is an extreme proponent of the “ducks in a row” expression. i have to ask you though, why?
I thought fluoxetine WAS Prozac!