Being the Twenty-First Entry (Voice; The desire to die keeps rising)

[anti_asymmetry]

Seventy-three itchy, ugly red dots on one arm.

Sixty-five on the other.

Right leg, twelve clusters. Left leg, nine.

The world is out to get me. I am destined to be asymmetrical for the rest of my pitiful existence. Why was I ever born to begin with?

Comments

[guardianjoker]

...You actually counted them?

[anti_asymmetry]

Of course I counted them!

[guardianjoker]

What for? I don't see why anyone would want to.

[anti_asymmetry]

I had to know for certain.

[guardianjoker]

Why? It sounds kind of pointless to me.

Were you were counting out of boredom or something?

[anti_asymmetry]

I was counting because they are there, in plain sight!

[guardianjoker]

Well of course they would be there, since it is a part of having chicken pox.

[anti_asymmetry]

You did ask why I counted.

1/2

[guardianjoker]

That's true.

But it just sounded strange to me since that's not something someone would normally do if they did have it, that's all.

[guardianjoker]

Was it really that important?

[anti_asymmetry]

Yes, it was really that important. It looked asymmetrical, but I needed to be sure.

[guardianjoker]

Asymmetrical? And that's a bad thing?

[anti_asymmetry]

Asymmetry is repulsive.

[guardianjoker]

It is? Why do you think that?

[anti_asymmetry]

Because it is the exact opposite of symmetry, and there is nothing more perfect than symmetry.

[guardianjoker]

I guess that makes sense...but if you like symmetry so much, how come you're asymmetric?