Am I a Parasite

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What if, (and this is unsettling), I wasn’t actually typing these words but instead my fingers are being driven by the commands of a Toxoplasma gondii parasite latched to my brain stem since I inhaled its tiny spore while dumping out the cat litter many years ago. If so, why is it telling me this now? Should I trust it. Does the parasite want to be recognized, to get credit for its authorship? Thinking about this keeps me up at night. In the mornings, after I have a bowel movement, I check the toilet bowl expecting one day to see some pallid, thrashing thing finally taking leave of me to make its way in the world. That hasn’t happened yet but I am still hoping. But then again it might have left its children behind, silently sliding though the crenelations of my viscera, each with its desire someday to express itself through the typing of my fingers.