Discombobulated, Part 2: Cracking, Bleeding, Flaking

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At twenty-seven, I am programmed to act obsessively. This is because I am a product of my environment. That’s sort of like saying, “You are what you eat,” except it has much broader implications.

Whether or not humans are products of their environment or genetics has been a raging debate for 300 years. John Locke, the eminent English philosopher of the seventeenth century, said humans are born as tabula rasas; that is, as “blank slates.” Scientists who study human behavior call this debate one of nature versus nurture. I don’t know why scientists are always trying to solve issues that are clearly philosophical. You’d think they’d have better things to do, like find a cure for cancer or figure out why people’s skin suddenly starts cracking and bleeding and flaking off.

My skin suddenly started cracking and bleeding and flaking off. Some scientists, who are called medical doctors, haven’t been able to figure out why.

According to these same scientists, I have a violent allergy to sulfa drugs, cannot become immune to chicken pox, and am genetically predisposed to skin cancer.

One year ago, one of those scientists said I might be bipolar. I laughed out loud when he said it. Then I went home and cried.

More irony.

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