This is a fun game I just invented. I’ll give you a name, and you have to tell me whether it describes an infectious pathogen, or a person from Germany. The answers may suprise you. Let’s play Germ or German!
1. Streptococcus pyogenes
2. Angela Merkel
3. Escherichia coli
4. Werner Herzog
5. Mycobacterium tuberculosis
6. Carl Orff
7. Helicobacter pylori
8. Martin Heidegger
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Look, I’m sorry. I thought it would be funny; the title is catchy and it’s a good formula… no, there’s no excuse. I fucked up. I’ve just been under so much stress recently… do you ever get that feeling like a 10-ton weight is crushing down on your heart at all times, compressing it into a tiny diamond of pure pain? I’ll be fine though; it’s just tough to make it these days, especially when everyone in your life hates you and wants you to fail. Then again, that’s assuming they even care about you or know you exist, which of course they don’t ever. But you know what? It’s my fault. I got myself into all this; I tricked myself into thinking I had friends; I thought the goddamn “Germ or German” bit would be funny. I get everything wrong; I’m the idiot, right? Well fuck you! I try hard, really hard, and all I ever get from you is grief and criticism and misery! I hate you! No, you know what? I shouldn’t be taking this out on you. I mean, I don’t even know who’s reading this. I’m just in a rough spot, and I don’t know how I’m going to haul myself out. Sometimes I feel like I’m standing at the edge of a dark pit, with everything I’ve accomplished, everyone I’ve loved, behind me, and nothing before me but certain death. And it scares me, terrifies me, I mean I usually wake up in a cold sweat, but at the same time… the darkness is so utterly black, devoid of light and hope but also of suffering. Just… nothingness. It’s like… it’s calling to me. The shadow of the Dark Lord, wrapped around me like a gossamer cloak…the touch of His warped love, His hermaphroditic genitals bringing me to heights of sinful pleasure and depths of shameful degradation never dreamt of… until I simply… lose myself…
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Answer key:
1. germ
2. German
3. germ
4. German
5. germ
6. German
7. germ
8. German
Tags: Best Of TTM, Miscellanea by Matt
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