bodriversblog:When I first saw Ronald in my Psych discussion section, he was a wreck. Between his st
When I first saw Ronald in my Psych discussion section, he was a wreck. Between his studies and his off-campus job, he had barely any time for sleep, let alone any kind of fun. He looked miserable, and I wanted to do him a favor. So I offered to hypnotize him for free, telling him it was for my research. Three times a week I would force his overworked mind into a deep sleep, letting it recover. Whenever he awoke, he went about his day refreshed and was able to use his time a lot more efficiently. Yet he still refused to have any sort of fun or use any time on self care.
So I decided to do it for him. During his trances, I cobbled together an alternate psyche from all the unused, latent bits of his mind. I called this person my Ronnie boy. Where Ronald was nervous, tight-wound, and kept himself on the grind, Ronnie was happy-go-lucky and took care of himself with hours in the gym. When I upped our sessions to 7 days a week, Ronnie even started blowing off steam dancing in the clubs, and joined the university’s rugby club. The only drawback was that Ronnie’s a pretty dumb dude, but that’s to be expected when you’re a sleepwalker’s alternate personality.
The Ronnie treatments made Ronald a lot happier and healthier, so I upped his hypno time over the course of the semester. Eventually, Ronnie had 20 hours a day controlling Ronald’s body, while Ronald was awake only for class and homework. He had to quit his job, but I let him move in with me to cut costs.
Eventually, all the time that Ronald’s brain spent controlled by Ronnie got all the neural pathways rewritten. Ronald was deleted, and the person in charge of the body couldn’t keep up with his studies, so he dropped out. Ronnie’s been living with me for 2 years now, and he works as a stripper in the local gay bar. Sometimes, however, when he sees himself in the mirror, a trace of his former self reawakens, and looks at his meatheaded reflection in confusion and awe.
