Pneumonochrome

I began reading “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time” for my psychiatry class today. It is a novel narrated by a 15-year-old autistic boy named Christopher. I’m enjoying the book, which is enjoyable, insightful, and poignant all at once, and sometimes I come across a quote that is just awesome. Like the following:

Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.

There have been many, many times in my life where I have felt exactly this way. I get the feeling that everything that happen in my life makes sense on some level, but if I were to try to sit down and explain why it makes sense, I could never adequately do it. I think, perhaps, the same realization is at least partially behind expressions of inevitability, like the many so-called Murphy’s Laws.

I also think that when you get the opportunity to get inside Christopher’s mind in this book, you (or at least I) begin to realize that his way of experiencing the world is not completely foreign to you. There are aspects of his personality and thought process that I very much identify with, and though someone else may not identify with the same parts, I think most people probably identify with him at least a little bit.

Anyway, I’m enjoying the book, and I wanted to share that quote and my thoughts on it, now it’s time for me to hit my texts again.

I got through the day today, with the evil psych marathon and more biochemistry.  I actually don’t mind Biochem, it just moves really fast and I have to work hard to keep up.  My headache was still around this morning, but it’s finally easing up now.  Messy and Benjamin were gone when I got home today, and when they got back Benjie was really late for his nap, which meant that he was ultra-kranky.  I was the one who put him down for his nap, and as a result, he’s been glaring at me the rest of the night, and running away from me and hiding.  I don’t like it when my son doesn’t like me.  I guess I should get used to it, because I hear that teenagers pretty much never like their parents.

The psychiatry course runs a film series, and last night we watched “Patch Adams”.  The man certainly is an idealist, and I’d love it if I could believe we could really pull off his ideas.  Maybe we can.  Wouldn’t it be amazing if healthcare were equally available to everyone, regardless of socioeconomic status?