I imagine having a fever is a little bit like going insane.
You just lay there, burning up.
Writhing in agony.
Begging god to please, please make it stop.
Begging every deity you have ever heard of.
And it doesn't stop.
Not until its done ravaging you.
And the dreams.
Terrible nightmares that don't stop with waking up.
Because you don't wake up, not really.
You don't sleep.
You just lay in a semi-conscious dreamlike state for hours.
When it's over, most people forget the experience completely. I don't think I'll ever forget. I find that this is what sets me apart from most. Most people try to forget unpleasant things, bad experiences. I try to get as much out of them as possible. Something as simple as stubbing a toe, I'll sit there and just feel the pain. It doesn't feel bad if you think about it like that. Its just a feeling. Bad things are only bad because that's the way we've been taught to see them. Its all just signals sent to your brain. If you can get pleasure from any kind of intensity, good or bad, life is so much more interesting. I think I read a book about it. Then I saw the movie. A dog was hurt and I cried. But that's not what this story is about.
What this story is about, is how I got that fever.
[AN: I will update this very rarely, and the updates are likely to be short. Sorry (I'm not), but I've been very busy lately.]