My senses are on vacation...

I've been running a low fever since the pool party, I guess partially because my boss's naughty son kept squirting water at me. Strangely enough, I like this sensation except the fact that my heart is racing all the time- my body is so weak and my senses are so numb that I have no energy to pretend - I can really be myself, as I am less self-conscious, less high-strung, and less sensitive to the people and things surrounding me. Sometimes I hate the fact that I am so damn sensitive, I can perceive every little facial expression or change of mood of other people, I can remember every damn trivial things in the past, and I hold grudges against people who have wronged me long time ago. I wished I was dense, I wish I could forget and forgive. Imagine all the memory I'd save if i delete all those useless data I've been gathering for my brain to process, and all the energy I'd put to other uses (in this case, my energy are consumed by the fever). But I am who I am, it's hard to change a twenty plus years of habit. I'd like to think God made me this way because he has special meaning for me. After the fever, I will go back to the old me, and all my senses will return. So, don't mess with me, cuz I will always remember......hahahaha......