jp once told me, you are like the monalisa, you are nice to look at, but not much use for anything else. that comment did not hit home until much later when i realised that i have been infected by the da vinci virus.
the da vinci virus infects the unknowing, but fully healthy individuals as host. before you know it you are one piece of work, err… art.
latent symptoms include:
full blown syndrome to watch out for:
• ISO sarcoma – unrealistic standard applied to everybody including oneself
• pronoun disorder – inability to recognise anything but i and me, a.k.a. me- as-earth pre-copernicus syndrome
• paparazzi paranoia – delusion of persecution of the tmz-type reporters and yet posing for pictures not being taken
• hysterical garp blindness – sudden bouts of failure to perceive a world not according to one’s definition
•delusion of rebonded rapunzel – delusion of hair so long, so smooth - flipping it would make the asian tsunami look like a drop in the bucket
initial morbidity reports claim that long-time sufferers eventually die alone.
unfortunately, there is no known cure. there are anecdotal reports, however, that a good dose of talking-down-to by undaunted close friends can make the syndrome almost a manageable disease.
thankfully, my early diagnosis aided by my partner's astute observation led to better disease management. i reject being a cordoned-off picture, no matter how pretty (and even that is a subject of debate). as my good friend fuschiaboy reminds me…
“refusal is elegance.”
look at the mirror and ask yourself, am i infected? better yet ask your most cheeky friend.
smile, mona lisa.