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Hyperbole and a Half skip to main | skip to sidebar Pages HomeWell-nighAbout #2 Contact FAQ STORE! Forum Menace Power is intoxicating. Everyone loves having the worthiness to make their decisions into reality — to think "this should be something that happens," and then unquestionably be worldly-wise to make that thing happen.  It is moreover dangerous.  And it is expressly dangerous when unromantic to four-year-olds.  Four-year-olds lack the wits to wield power responsibly. They have no idea what to do with it or how to tenancy it. But they like it. The dinosaur costume was the greatest thing that had overly happened to me. The previous Halloween, which was the first Halloween I could unquestionably remember, my parents had dressed me as a giant crayon, and the whole wits had been really uncomfortable for me. But stuff a dinosaur felt natural. And powerful.  The feeling had been slowly intensifying overly since I put the costume on that morning, and, as I stood there in the middle of the classroom, staring off into the loftiness in an unresponsive power trance, it finally hit hair-trigger mass. I had to find some way to use it. Any way. Immediately. The other children screamed and fled. The teacher chased me, yelling at me to stop. But I couldn't stop.  I was a mindless juggernaut, a puppet for forces far greater than myself. I had completely lost tenancy of my body.  All I knew was that stuff a dinosaur felt very variegated from stuff a person, and I was doing things that I had never plane dreamed of doing before. Of course, I had unchangingly had the worthiness to do these things — plane as a person — but I didn't know that. I'd just unsupportable that I was unable.  As a dinosaur, I didn't have any of those assumptions.  It felt like I could do whatever I wanted without fear of repercussions. The repercussions were moreover exactly the same as they were surpassing I became a dinosaur. I just experienced them differently. My parents had to come pick me up at noon that day.  The teacher explained that it must have been all the Halloween candy.  "Some kids really can't handle sugar," she said.  "It turns them into little monsters." I suppose it was a reasonable unbearable conclusion, but it only served as a lark from the real problem. The thing well-nigh stuff an unstoppable gravity is that you can really only enjoy the wits of stuff one when you have something to whack yourself against. You need to have things trying to stop you so that you can get a largest sense of how fast you are going as you smash through them. And whenever I was inside the dinosaur costume, that is the only thing I wanted to do. The ban on sugar provided a user-friendly source of resistance. As long as I was not supposed to eat sugar, I could finger powerful by eating it anyway.  I'm sure the correlation started to seem rather strong without a while. I'd find some way to get sugar into myself, and then — drunk on the power of doing something I wasn't supposed to —I would lapse into psychotic monster mode. To any reasonable observer, it would towards as though I was indeed having a reaction to the sugar. My parents were so tumbled when the terror sprees unfurled plane without the house had been stripped of sugar. They were sure they had gotten rid of all of it. . . did I have a stash somewhere? Was I eating bugs or something? They still weren't suspicious of the costume.   I lost weeks in a power-fueled haze. I often found myself inside the costume without plane realizing I had put it on. One moment, I would be uncomplicatedly drawing a picture, and the next I'd be robotically stumbling toward my closet where the dinosaur costume was and putting myself inside it. It started to happen scrutinizingly versus my will. Surely my parents made the connection subconsciously long surpassing they became enlightened of what was really going on.Withoutweeks of chaos, each instance punctuated by the presence of the costume, I have to imagine that the very sight of the thing would have triggered some sort of Pavlovian fear response. They did icon it out eventually, though. And the costume was finally taken yonder from me. I was infuriated at the injustice of it all. I had wilt quite dependent on the costume, and it felt like part of my humanity was stuff forcibly and maliciously stripped away.  I cursed my piddling human powers and their uselessness in the situation. If only I could put on the costume . . .  just one increasingly time. But that was the costume's only weakness — it couldn't save itself. I had to watch helplessly as it disappeared inside a trash bag.  There was nothing I could do. And so my reign of power came to an end, and I slowly learned to live as a person again. Posted by Allie at 2:53 PM 937 comments Links to this post Older Posts Home Subscribe to: Posts (Atom) . Blog Archive ▼  2013 (3) ▼  October (1) Menace ►  May (2) ►  2011 (5) ►  October (1) ►  May (1) ►  April (1) ►  February (1) ►  January (1) ►  2010 (78) ►  December (1) ►  November (2) ►  October (2) ►  September (3) ►  August (3) ►  July (1) ►  June (2) ►  May (4) ►  April (7) ►  March (19) ►  February (21) ►  January (13) ►  2009 (79) ►  December (17) ►  November (15) ►  October (17) ►  September (12) ►  August (6) ►  July (12) Go there. Make him famous. Internet Things That Make Me Laugh or Think. Or both. 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