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johnny9fingers) wrote2007-06-20 05:12 pm
johnny9fingers) wrote2007-06-20 05:12 pm
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Poor Mad Jeremy came to visit today. He's rather up in arms about the new anti-smoking bill which comes into effect on the 1st July. Institutionalised since the age of twenty, Jeremy has smoked (like many folk with mental illness) all of his adult life. Fags are important to him. As is a ciggie with his pint of beer.
Alas, in his illness he has found that a subjective denial taken to the extremes of his ability to believe suits him better than reality, and has constructed a scenario wherein the law didn't get passed by parliament, and therefore is not valid.
There may be trouble ahead.
He's a one man protest/pressure group, mainly because most people don't want to stand next to him, even if he has washed (which is not always, it must be said). I shudder when I think of the embarrassment he's going to cause over the next few months, but I retain a sneaking admiration for his unique ability to disrupt and cause gentle chaos.
He played a bit of guitar, but informed me he could no longer be bothered to practise. Oh well.
He's still hugely dislocated from reality, but good company, if madder than a box of frogs: well, good company if one can bear cleaning up after he has inadvertently used the carpet as an ashtray; co-ordination being one of those things that anti-schizophrenic drugs can sometimes affect.
He's not quite the same lad I was at school with all those years ago, but there are still recognisable flashes of the mathematician or the logician. New front teeth would help too.
Alas, in his illness he has found that a subjective denial taken to the extremes of his ability to believe suits him better than reality, and has constructed a scenario wherein the law didn't get passed by parliament, and therefore is not valid.
There may be trouble ahead.
He's a one man protest/pressure group, mainly because most people don't want to stand next to him, even if he has washed (which is not always, it must be said). I shudder when I think of the embarrassment he's going to cause over the next few months, but I retain a sneaking admiration for his unique ability to disrupt and cause gentle chaos.
He played a bit of guitar, but informed me he could no longer be bothered to practise. Oh well.
He's still hugely dislocated from reality, but good company, if madder than a box of frogs: well, good company if one can bear cleaning up after he has inadvertently used the carpet as an ashtray; co-ordination being one of those things that anti-schizophrenic drugs can sometimes affect.
He's not quite the same lad I was at school with all those years ago, but there are still recognisable flashes of the mathematician or the logician. New front teeth would help too.