How I’ve got into running or one visit to the psychiatrist!

I knew it would have been a good idea to have those sessions at the psychiatrist, when one day walking down the street daydreaming about the perfect anatomy of that blue eyed Olympic swimmer last night on TV, my ordinary, impeccable cadence was brutally interrupted by this awesome girl smiling back to me from a wall, looking incredibly confident and great…and I said to myself I wonder who is she… must be famous,…must be … and then getting closer I realized is my reflexion from the shop window!!!

Of course all of us from time to time need advice from…qualified people, and someone to listen to us, especially when you have many voices talking in your head! But the most worrying voice was Justin Bieber, in my brain, can you believe it? And I never listened to Justin Bieber, don’t even know who Justin Bieber is…
So I said to myself it’s time for me to put my brain in capable hands and pay them to make me feel important, make me feel I matter !!!

So one day I dressed up nicely, and to help boost confidence, I was even wearing my thigh high stockings with a small lace on top!!!

Oh man was I ready… was I ready to be sculpted into what everyone expects, into what everyone likes and admires!!!

I realized it was something wrong when I felt a tickling sensation right up my upper part of my thigh …quite nice sensation I have to be honest!
I thought it was just my imagination ‘building’ one of those dreams … , so I got out of the taxi and the sensation became more intense …no it’s definitely not that time of the month, it’s not the taxi driver, he would not be able to make me release any…. bodily fluids not even if I would have lived in a monastery full of bald eunuchs for the last 10 years!

And then I saw him, looking at me like I just got out naked from a space ship!! Sickmind bloody Fraud was sitting there, ready to dissect my brain and turn it into the perfect moulded, smoothed sponge ready to absorb any bullshit society will sell!

I wasn’t ready, no way, so I started to run, run away, and I was fast, rain on my face, tarmac squeaking under my feet, I was running like a gazelle chased by a vegetarian cheetah turned into a carnivore over night! And it felt so good, I felt free, my brain flooded with happiness, short circuiting the guilt , I felt so free!!!

Next thing I know I was laying on the street with people around me, with their mouths opened and with my thigh high stocking twisted around my ankle!

But I knew, I was in love, in love with running!