I've got the Coprolalia Blues..........
First off, this morning while I was enjoying some RAH on the train, I was jerked back into this where and when by someone shrieking obscenities at the top of their lungs.
"SCORE!", thought I. "Tourette syndrome is my most favorite mental disorder!!!"
I even know about this site!
So I wiki'd it this morning to make sure I had the spelling and nomenclature correct, and I discovered that this man may actually just have something called Coprolalia. This seemed like a weird word, because "coprophagia" refers to consuming feces. I couldn't help but thinking, "What's going on with the copro?", but as doctors are prone to do, they simply took a simple concept and put it into Latin to make it sound smart and incomprehensible to Joes like me. Coprolalia literally means "shit talking". Maybe they should have made it Latin for "shit screaming," because this guy was off the chain. The fact that he was [obviously] shouting obscenities in Japanese on a dead-quiet train made it all the more humorous to me, and like any mature adult in the same situation I got a case of uncontrollable giggles.
What an amazingly debilitating disorder to have, especially in Japan, where serenity, harmony, and smooth social interactions are paramount. Especially the Tourette-Coprolalia combo, which is as follows (per wiki):
In Tourette syndrome, compulsive swearing can be uncontrollable and undesired by the person uttering the phrases. Involuntary outbursts, such as racial or ethnic slurs in the company of those most offended by such remarks, can be particularly embarrassing. The phrases uttered by a person with coprolalia do not necessarily reflect the thoughts or opinions of the person.
Being a big fan of Tourette's work, I knew this, so I tried to come into the man's line of vision to see if I would receive a verbal salvo of ethnic and/or racial epithets, but my efforts were in vain. I've seen the guy on the train before (I just thought he was insane), and he always stands right next to the door and stares at the ground. I'm sure he's aware of the effect is has on other people, so he tries to remain as low key as possible.. I mean, as low key as one can remain while shrieking obscenities in public.
Secondly and more importantly, I was promoted to blue-belt last night. I hadn't felt a sense of accomplishment like that in a long time, and it really reminded me of how I felt when I picked up Corporal in the USMC. Do I deserve it? Am I ready? Will I be a disappointment? I echoed my concerns to my friend, a purple belt, and he kind've brushed it off. The owner/head instructor is a Rickson blackbelt, and he's the one who gave it to me. I figure he knows if I'm ready or not. This school is pretty well known for holding on to belts for a long time, so the standards are pretty high anyway, which gives me an even bigger sense of accomplishment. If I train 3 or 4 times a week for the next 3 or 4 years, hopefully I'll be ready for purple. Another similarity it had with being promoted in the Marines is that I endured some hazing. Everyone got a whack at me with their belts. I was actually quite moved and humbled by this display of wanton torture, because he doesn't do it for everyone. It's a good feeling to know that I give off that, "it's OK to brutalize me in the in the name of tradition and manliness" vibe. I experienced this same thing when a bunch of my friends kicked the crap out of me when I picked up Corporal, when I was thrown in the ocean after promotion to Sergeant, and when people were hitting me in the chest all day after I got my gold wings.
In any case, I guess I can't fuck around anymore and play the "beginner" role at the academy...
I'm excited though, and I'm looking forward to continue training. Hopefully my fear of failure and looking stupid will continue to drive me to improve myself and be better at what I do, even if I get bruised up a little along the way.