Almost every week our diligent scientists alarm us
of yet another brand new disease. I suppose that’s their job and besides, if
you give a certain human disorder a catchy name, people can then start walking
around sporting the very same disease like a badge of honor.
Of course I’m not promoting blissful ignorance, and
I’m not a heartless bitch, not really. But I must say that we might all suffer
from having one too many medical researchers nowadays.
Some may argue that we can only solve the problem
when we properly identify it first. It’s probably true, but it also has the
risk to blow things out of proportion and make the solving even more difficult.
Let’s face it, everybody is weird one way or
another. Granted, there are patterns to some quirkiness, but can’t we just say,
“Hmmm, she is quite a character.” or “Gee, he is certainly eccentric.” and
leave it at that?
But then again, if those experts really need to
label everything and don’t mind missing the perfect opportunity of naming the
latest disease after themselves or something as bizarre, I suggest that we
number the diseases like typhoons. It would save us the trouble remembering all
the perplexing names too. And diseases could still be intelligently discussed,
“Gosh, haven’t you heard? He has Syndrome Number 5, the poor fella!”
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