The Other Me
‘Interim – Normal’ How normal am I? It’s not a question most ask, especially as they’re growing up. Instead, it’s usually a case of trying to be somebody – one of the cool kids, popular, good at something (and usually something fashionable, like sport), but I had these things to varying degrees. They were never a question. The question was always, How normal am I? The fourth son of immigrant parents, who – like a lot immigrant parents – loved you immeasurably, would do anything for you, but were overwhelmingly pessimistic, materialistic and focused on the importance of stature (particularly when comparing with others), shouted lots to communicate, weren’t emotionally…
The Other Me
‘Falling’ vii. The Ducene dulled the anxiety, so I felt back in control – at least for a little while. When they ran out, I went to see Dr Persakis, told him what had happened, showed him the box, and asked him to prescribe me more of the same. Dr Persakis wasn’t impressed, like a nineteen-year-old living at home with no real problems or responsibilities had anything to be anxious about. Or maybe I just imagined that, just as maybe I imagined Dr Persakis begrudgingly filled the prescription. When I got my Ducene, they came in a different box, this one with lime trimming. They were two milligrams. The box…