Finally, Ash Wednesday. Actually, when I see all these disguised people on Fat Thursday I regret not taking part in it. But this year the days of carnival were too nuts. And unfortunately, this had less to do with carnival. On saturday I noticed that I am sick. A cold sneaked in with symptoms like sniff, the consequence is wipe the nose, the result is a sore crater around my nose and my upperlip. Very sexy.
On sunday, no mercy with me or my facial distortion. And again, afterwards, a nice idea for a disguise: neurodermatitis, burn or in general skin irritations, as usual too late. I had to go to the movies „Mr Peabody and Sherman“. This was a day, I thought that additionally to the callus I would get a delirium. I do not know whether I understood it right, but in the movie there was a dog that adopted a human. Why? The explanation was so weak that it is not worth mentioning. Besides, this has no context with the main plot. But in my delirium I had the vision that it was all about the idea that no matter who is your father, it is always about love… however. Actually, somebody like me could be glad about this kind of constellation. Maybe, it motivates my son to think about my handicap. Although his mother differs from the norm, something else is more important. I planned to talk to my son about this, what he thinks about it. Whether he thinks as far as I do or whether we have the need to talk about this interpretation.
It never happened. I was distracted. On the way home I was attacked by Spiderman. I was totally surprised, because it was the nice one, the one in red and blue and not the black one. Actually, I think that it was just somebody who wore a spiderman-disguise and who, because of the limited view, ran into me. But the other way sounds funnier. And who can tell of oneself that he or she is stronger than spiderman, because after the crash I was still standing and spiderman lied on the floor. Well. Is it my charisma, is it a force field? No, it is 300 kilos that I weight. Includuing the wheelchair, if you could not anticipate this.
Then, totally perplexed, I was spoken to by a man at the station. His tone was very serious, first, I thought that some of my things had fallen down or he wanted to ask the way, but he tells me that I was caught speeding, because I was going to fast. Funny. He did not get it. A gag which is as old as carnival and the nuts together. Unfortunately, it is not getting better through the passing of time like wine. And unfortunately, I am not only attacked by jokes like this at carnival. But at least, I can get contactfreely through the rail station.
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