Madness
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Every being has an insanity sealed within the bowels of their heart, only to resurface should the time arises.
During basketball, that same insanity consumed me. I went to see my neighbour (who happens to be a doctor) and showed her my basket ball injuries.
The nail on my left toe got smashed in a couple of millimetres. There's blood everywhere on my socks. I sprained my fingers again, although luckily none of them were fractured. And the wierd part is, I sustained all these injuries when I was charging for the ball. And I hardly felt any pain. I just felt pure adrelenine. As if something inside of me was fueling my drive for victory.
My face seems relatively okay, aside from the cut to my upper lips, which I highly suspected sparked off the insanity. I told my neighbour, who simply related this "chaos mode" of mine to my own natural fluids responding to my thoughts at the spur of the moment. It's like how people can achieve superhuman things when their life is in danger.
A woman is able to lift a concrete slab to save her baby in new zealand for example. And this UNCONTROLLABLE adreline rush seems to pump in whenever I'm hurt.
But according to the doctor, I'm suppose to abstain from rough sports for a week. like basketball was rough like that...
