It's accepted wisdom that, in many ways, the person you’re going to be is hard-wired into you at birth. Nature has prevailed over nurture. As such, it’s also considered bad form to profess that one can, or should even desire to be “cured” of most predilections.
I know – in a perfect world, I’d be able to accept myself for who I am – but we don’t live in a perfect world, do we? Increasingly, because of my affliction, I’m unable to compete or even to be acknowledged in the marketplace of ideas. I'm at a huge disadvantage, due solely to an accident of birth. I'm marginalized, disregarded and maligned because of my "otherness". And whether genetics or some other factor is actually to blame, I don't care! I want to be cured!
And today, I’m coming out of the closet to plead for the help I so richly need and deserve.. Yes, I'll admit it. I’m a part of the sad and pathetic Reality Based Community. (Kindly refrain from using the “R” word – Realist. It’s a pejorative and it’s considered quite insensitive.)
I’ve tried to embrace my horrid aberration, but I just don’t have the strength anymore. I want to have it easy like everyone else. The torture of being held hostage to verifiable events is killing me!
I want to prove my arguments by pointing out that Noah saved two Americans from each of the Fifty States on the Mayflower. I should be able to demonstrate that George Washington and Millard Filmore carried on a decades long love affair and that they petitioned repeatedly for the right to marry. Oil should be 38¢ a barrel because I’ve had the same bottle of raspberry-infused olive oil in my cabinet for six years. That stuff is endless. It should practically be free!
I know that the Earth was colonized by a sentient race of cattle 328 billion years, 46 days and 53 minutes ago. They’re coming back sooner or later and we’re gonna be in deep shit.
I want to be acknowledged as the creator of Velcro.
I own the Gulf of Mexico and BP owes me a cubic buttload of money!
I was born in Kenya and I have a document in a safe deposit box (signed and notarized by Her Royal Highness, Eunice, Queen of Kenya) stating that I get a 15% royalty from each and every one of those email scammers. (It was my idea, but it’s not my fault.)
I should be getting residuals for all of those episodes of MASH, Lost, 24, I Love Lucy, Three’s Company and South Park that I wrote.
I, too, deserve unfettered access to correct every Wikipedia entry that doesn’t confirm my
wishes beliefs wisdom. (Actually, I’m not sure how to be a Wiki contributor and I have no wish to invest any time in learning, so I should have a cadre of loyal minions eager to it for me.)
In the interest of a fair and level playing field, I demand a cure!