Whimsey of a Fool
I have been sitting at this machine for a little while now thinking what fun it would be to celebrate April 1. Perhaps something totally clever and ultimately silly would be good? I could speak of myths, misconception, and madness as thought they are reality, but I fear the mayhem that might ensue. So, now a tad sad, I realize that doing something crazy and fun might not truly lend itself to the cause. Hypnosis has enough trouble on normal days, so I fear that anything I could write in jest might not be taken as such. It could be discombobulated or even misread (which has happened a few times in my year of being the transparent hypnotist).
Well, shoot. This sucks.
Deep breathe. Long sigh.
Wait. Brain is still churning. I cannot leave this post like this. You did not come here for a downer.
Okay. Here goes.
Though I love hypnosis dearly (perhaps like a first love), I need something more reliable than just the amazing power of the subconscious mind. How it has fascinated me these several years. Romanced me. Titillated me. Oh, the wild ride.
But…it is time to leave the whirlwind behind me. I am going to go back to school and become a brain scientist. There is something really, quite, solid about that, you know? I so love math, probability, hypothesis, the rock-solid foundation and all that comes with the science name. And I think I shall consider an American Ivy League School, Harvard perhaps. That way, I have built in credibility. It is perfect. I can grow old, like a worn in bedroom slipper and content myself with years of dissection, scans, and the smell of formaldehyde (quick question - have they come up with better, less smelling stuff than formaldehyde yet, like in art, there is turpenoid rather than turpentine?).
There. Happy April Fool’s Day.
