First and
Foremost:
This is an imaginary condition
No person has become ill from looking
At
Toward
Into
Their surroundings
No one seeks a remedy for moments of fascination
There are no support groups for us
Those of us who focus so intently on the infinite small details of everyday
We do not gather together in small rooms with high ceilings
Do not nod in unison toward the podium
Do not grip small Styrofoam cups with white knuckles and do not
Admit to powerlessness over our addiction
Were this a real illness
If devotion to the mundane was tragic
I am sure I would know
It is also likely I would be labeled as:
noncompliant with treatment
For JohnnyGoodyear.