Evaline

You see a good lot of old wrinkly butts, sagging tits and old balls, poops and pees and screams, so there's a lot to crack away at any jading you may have ever had.
Everyone who works there smokes because even if you've only worked there a day, it makes you never want to get that old, ever. Not even past 50. Die young- because you realize now that the age and ethics we've obtained in our futuresque society defies nature and the process of natural selection. You have to realize at some point that we don't put people out of their misery. Why?
I don't have a logical answer.

So it's not a surprise to me that Evaline is probably someone no one can get used to. People who've worked there for months and years either are too busy and immune to her repetitive phrases or hide their already well-established thoughts behind a cheap laugh, which she hears and despises, by the way. But it's all good. I like her.
Fun Evaline Phrases for Every Day Living:
"Oh I'm so sick! Sick as a Dog!"
"Christ on a Cracker/Mountain/Cheesewheel/Stick!"
"Why don't you just take me out back and shoot me?!"
"I'm just a burden on everyone here!"
"I'm going to die tonight, I hope I die tonight!"
"Will you shoot me? Could you knock me in the head?"
"Cut my head off, there's something wrong with it!"
"I'm so sick and crazy and can't remember why!"

Evaline's roommate's response, "Sick sick sick! Same thing every day, can't you think of anything else? Sick sick sick!"

The answer is no, Evaline actually can't think of anything else because she has Dementia and has a short-term memory of roughly 2-5 minutes. The worst part is not that she walks in circles all day, begging you to kill her, or that she's always yelling the same things over and over. It's the fact that she knows something is rotting inside her head and can't figure out why. And even if you reminded her a million times, it's not like she can remember at all. It's that she knows she's a burden and knows the logical outcome to her predicament, but the world is too stupid for some reason to help her accomplish it.

This is why I like Evaline. Because someone whose brain, which becomes the essence of who you are and why you are alive, is rotting; actually makes more sense than those around her whose brains are in perfect condition. She makes me stop and contemplate the human mind. I admire that.

So I hung out with her last night after her sleeping pill. I kept reminding her that I gave her a sleeping pill, even though it was the nurse who did, anytime she'd jolt awake from her constant muscle spasms and forgot that she had ever taken one. Every three minutes or so, she'd open her eyes to find my face still there, studying her wrinkles, and go "Boo! Aren't I ugly? I broke a mirror once just by looking at it!" And I'd keep combing her hair telling her that she looks as great as the day she were born.

At some point, I felt the bed stop jerking and woke up. I couldn't tell how long I'd been asleep- probably not long- but both Evaline and her roommate were passed out cold so I turned off the lights and went to do rounds.