The Worst Fairytale Ever

Once Several times upon a… time, a long time few days ago there were lots of little thoughts.  They were on a quest to find a brain.  A very special brain.  A brain with no activity, in fact.

They endured excruciating, perilous… very little, actually, as thoughts are just concepts and so can travel without impediment.  You know, because they… don’t actually exist.  They’re not even gaseous, let alone solid.  Don’t be so silly.  Anyway.  They endured the tortures of Diddly-Squat before arriving at one of the two entrances to Inactive Brain.

They didn’t even have to force their way in because it was already open.  For those incapable of following my metaphors, I mean ears, so obviously it was open; there’s a great big hole there.  Jesus.  So, in streamed the thoughts, excitedly.  Christ knows why they were excited.  An inactive brain is just that.  Nothing Doing.  Maybe these particular thoughts were especially stupid.  Makes them pretty well-suited to that place then, I suppose.

Moving on.

Once the last stupid thought was inside, they all turned round – well, a nonexistent entity can’t really turn round, but you get the point – and realised that the original entrance hole had closed, and because, you know, they’re nonexistent ‘n’ all, they wouldn’t be able to push their way out of there even if it wasn’t locked.

Then they realised that the entrance that they hadn’t come in by was also closed.  Some strange headphone-type thing was in the way, now on both sides.

So, the thoughts, stupid as they were, started to panic.  And in that panic they felt the need to start running around the inside of Inactive Brain, which was pretty easy since there was nothing else in there.  Round and round they went, building up momentum and velocity, spinning themselves into a vortex of confusion and pain.

And they continued to do so until the end of time.

The End.


This has been my brain for a fair while now, which I hope excuses the lack of posting.  Well, that, and the fact that my hands have seized up due to internet-overuse so I have had to use software to type for me, and it’s taken a while to get any posts finished.

I apologise for my absence, and for not commenting on blogs when I normally would have done, and hopefully the regular commenting schedule should be back soon.

In other news, I’ve had my first shot of testosterone, but I’ve seen no changes yet, sadly.  Also, there is a lot of noise around our house at the moment, and I’m having more and more sensory overloads as time goes on, especially since it seems that the rest of my world has disappeared into thin air and I haven’t heard from anyone for some time, so I have no excuse to leave the house and very little motivation either.

I have a post planned where I explain the strange intersection of Life Stuff in which I’m living at the moment (social phobic, introvert, and Aspie, that is) and how they affect my current interactions with human beings in the real world.  Not because it’s particularly interesting, but because he’s been on my mind.  So watch out for that one.

Over and out.

About JC

I'm a no-longer-nameless trans asexual autistic, chemistry undergraduate at a London university, pronoun enthusiast, amateur photographer and budding proofreader. Son of Optimus. Join me and be amazed. Or just join me. The sense of awe and wonder is optional.
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11 Responses to The Worst Fairytale Ever

  1. I know it’s frustrating not to see any changes with the T yet, but i’m sure there are changes happening inside that you just can’t see from out here. Your writing is beautiful, but sad. You take care.

    • J.C. Prime says:

      That’s a very good point, and thank you for reminding me! Patience is a hard one when you have additional obstacles to overcome to achieve things that most wouldn’t give a second thought to, but I’m working on improving mine, slowly but surely 🙂

      Thank you – and likewise!

  2. Meike says:

    Sounds like an interesting next post. I hope you feel better!

  3. I’ve missed your posts! I’ve always liked your thoughts and comments, and I’m glad you are able to be posting again.

  4. Eli says:

    Oh my poor boy. Your twisty hands might give you some free time to spend with the rest of your body: what about some yoga? It wants nothing to do with thinking, is good for you, and has loads to offer all your other parts.

    • J.C. Prime says:

      That’s a good point, my friend, and a very good idea… there are some nearby humans who know more than me about yoga who might come in handy as well, so I’ll more than likely give it another go 🙂

      Thanks, and I’ll be sure to type in long-winded and painful detail how it’s working for me… 😉


  5. Storm M. Silvermane says:

    I have not been around lately either. Mostly because I am trying to plan a successful Pride Event in our area. will be the first one. I hope you know I think about you though even when I am not around.

    • J.C. Prime says:

      Blimey – that’s much better than my excuse (painful hands and laziness mainly)! Good luck with the planning – although it’ll go superbly, I’m sure. I do indeed, and likewise 🙂


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