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I'd like to tell you about a boy I knew by the name of Jesse. He was a weird kid, and to tell you the truth, when I first met him, I believed he was mildly retarded. However, as I grew to know him more, I began to realize I was greatly mistaken, and this boy was actually closer to the genius end of the bell curve. He was most definitely a strange boy, though.
He was about fourteen, I think, when I first met him. He had the habit of staring with googly eyes, and his moist and ample bottom lip would hang loosely. It was rather gross, actually. I half expected him to drool, but this never quite happened.
Anyhow, this boy suffered from Tourrette's syndrome. It manifested itself in a couple of ways. Almost everything he said was peppered with interjections of the word "nipple." On bad days, he seemed to use them in lieu of commas. The other thing Jesse would do only happened when he was very excited or happy. That's when he would start humping the air wildly, pulling with his hands on some invisible person/object, and thrusting rapidly with his pelvis.
The nipple thing he could live with, but the thrusting embarassed him enormously.
One day, after a particularly long thrusting episode during which a couple of people fled the area in disgust, he looked at me with great frustration and said, "What do I do?!? I can't help it!"
I told him, "Turn it into a dance."
Then he blurted out, "But I can't! I'm Baptist!"
"Are you really?" I asked. "Or are your parents Baptist?"
And that's when he told me that he used to be a Lutheran/Satanist. It wasn't long before he was a Baptist/agnostic, and his humping had turned into a rather delightful dance. But more on Jesse later....
He was about fourteen, I think, when I first met him. He had the habit of staring with googly eyes, and his moist and ample bottom lip would hang loosely. It was rather gross, actually. I half expected him to drool, but this never quite happened.
Anyhow, this boy suffered from Tourrette's syndrome. It manifested itself in a couple of ways. Almost everything he said was peppered with interjections of the word "nipple." On bad days, he seemed to use them in lieu of commas. The other thing Jesse would do only happened when he was very excited or happy. That's when he would start humping the air wildly, pulling with his hands on some invisible person/object, and thrusting rapidly with his pelvis.
The nipple thing he could live with, but the thrusting embarassed him enormously.
One day, after a particularly long thrusting episode during which a couple of people fled the area in disgust, he looked at me with great frustration and said, "What do I do?!? I can't help it!"
I told him, "Turn it into a dance."
Then he blurted out, "But I can't! I'm Baptist!"
"Are you really?" I asked. "Or are your parents Baptist?"
And that's when he told me that he used to be a Lutheran/Satanist. It wasn't long before he was a Baptist/agnostic, and his humping had turned into a rather delightful dance. But more on Jesse later....
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Date: 2004-05-03 03:48 pm (UTC)From:Wow, what good advice, so much more poetic than the whole lemons/lemonade thang.
I look forward to hearing more about Jesse. Please continue!
Edie
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Date: 2004-05-03 03:56 pm (UTC)From:"Are you really?" I asked. "Or are your parents Baptist?"
Best. Response. Ever!
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Date: 2004-05-03 04:49 pm (UTC)From:Religion -- go figure!
Date: 2004-05-04 12:36 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-05-04 02:59 am (UTC)From:One of my friends from Ottawa has Tourette's and so does his father and his 3 year son is exhibiting the syptoms as well. His father was the first person to marry outside his Mennonite community in 500 years so guess why the males of the family have Tourettes and the females are bi-polar?
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Date: 2004-05-04 03:04 am (UTC)From:OCD and Tourette's can be fun as well. When my friend got too annoying and started insulting us by calling us vicious names, we'd start touching different parts of his body so of course this would send him off into an insane frenzy of touching where we touched and then touching the opposite side because part of his OCD was that he needed symmetry in his touches all the while screaming "I can't believe you did that! My god! Fuck me up the ass! Pork and beaaaaans!"
Good times, good times...