As part of my excruciatingly dull mellow epileptic lifestyle I had to cut off contact with some people who, through no fault of their own, were really bad for my epilepsy. Just too intense, too volatile. I never told them. I just sort of slipped away. Now I’m having to do the same on Facebook, where a few people are too intense and volatile, too aggro, too competitive and too serious for my epileptic brain. So I just quietly unfriend them. It’s a creepy way to go about it, but I have to avoid confrontation. It’s not that my ego or feelings or anything like that were hurt. I have such a limited emotional range left after decades of epileptic damage that it’s pretty hard to hurt anything. But it does cause epilepsy problems. It’s just that it’s really not a good idea to go off on an epileptic. It causes us brain damage. Synapses fry, memories are lost, we get confused. Let’s just say it heightens the epileptic experience.
Anyway, I just had to unfriend a couple friends. What can I say.
Brick's Brain 
By definition, then — not having been unfriended indicates we are the Neuronally Blase. Milquetoast oblongata. Superior parietal soporifics. Epilepsy-calming Dullness Monsters. From—and for—the Id. “You. You can stay. But please murmur something mild and intelligible once in a great while. So I know you’re not a chair.”
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For some reason my writing makes certain people very hostile, and I have no idea why. I don’t know what it is. They’re always guys. And I can never tell what kind of piece it will be that infuriates them.
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