Come On In, Let Me Say Something

Let me explain. I went to the hospital today because I realized there might be something wrong with my brain... Yes, something wrong with my brain.

Because I had to work during the day and often stayed up late updating at night, I'd been chronically sleep-deprived. Some of my brain functions were out of balance. Specifically, I'd become irritable and short-tempered. Nobody should talk to me.

Have you seen that foreign comedy clip? There was a guy who slapped everyone he met—smack smack—all the way from one end of the street to the other. That was the state I was in.

When my dad talked to me, smack smack.

When my mom talked to me, smack smack.

When my sister talked to me, smack smack.

When my boss talked to me, smack smack.

When my girlfriend talked to me, clap clap, slapping palms.

Whoever talked to me got two slaps, and then I was sent to the hospital for treatment. (Note: I'm not joking.)

I'd realized a long time ago that something was wrong with me. I used to chat and laugh with pretty Little Sisters, but now everyone looked like shit to me. A female coworker said, "Little Brother, carry me to a higher rank." I said, "Get lost. Rank your fucking self up."

My sister said, "Let's go traveling this weekend." I said, "Get lost. Take your fucking trip yourself."

When my boss ordered me to work, I tilted my head at a forty-five-degree angle, Wang Tian, too lazy to pay him any attention.

I was unbelievably irritable.

I knew my emotions were getting more and more out of control, but I just couldn't control them.

The doctor said it was due to long-term sleep deprivation, endocrine imbalance, and impaired brain function. It could be treated; I just