A.N: Just some philosophical musings born from the supreme boredom of Summer.
When Wilson pushed through the glass door to the 'inner sanctum' of one Dr. Gregory House, he wasn't surprised to find his friend musing, as he had a tendency to do whenever some problem was in dire need of solving. The cane was twirled idly in the right hand, occasionally knocking against table or any other nearby piece of furniture, Legs were resting comfortably on desk and on the medicinal sleuth's face was a look of furtive concentration. Not wishing to break the train of thought of the veritable Holmes of the medical world, he still had the bruise from the last time he did that, the Watson of medicine sat down on his usual chair and acted likewise, putting his feet up and resting comfortably, he didn't really have anything worth doing right now anyway.
"Do you think stupidity is an acute or chronic condition?" A bewildering question, even by House's standards; at Wilson's barely coherent 'What!' he clarified. "Is it acute or chronic? On the one hand there is the stupidity that plagues everyday life, the inability to answer mind-bogglingly simple questions, the belief in this 'God' character. From the recklessness of youth to stubborn adults, and then slipping into senility like a warm bath, does this not sound chronic? But there's also the mindless moment where a zealot would willingly blow himself up? Is this an acute attack of stupidity?" House paused for a moment, deep in his musings. "Are they even the same condition? And if so, if one is stupidity, what is the other? And how can you medically test between the two?" While House went on with his ponderings, Wilson wordlessly left... Once more astounded at the lengths House would go to avoid work.