Foot in Mouth Disease

All through my life, I've been suffering from foot in mouth disease. Though not exactly similar to the bovine variety, this disease can have equally disastrous outcome. I guess the primary reason for me being repeatedly subjected to this is my often misplaced sense of doing something good. Quite a few times, I've had instances wherein I've got this inner voice howling at its topmost to not do something, and my insaner half of the brain still goes ahead and does it. I guess one reason could be the lack of coordination between the various departments in my body. I've got a corporate set-up where the sensory organs are given more freedom and do not always have to take permission from brain or coordinate with it in taking actions. That has resulted in certain interesting situations like me searching for something while holding it in my hand, eating something which was waiting to be fed to the wastebasket, etc.

Well, coming back to my disease, it reared up in full force the other day. My uncle and his daughter (my cousin) had come here as she was about to join a hotel management institute in the city. Along with them came a friend of hers and that girl's dad. This dad guy seemed like an aspiring bore champion, but being an Indian brought up on Athithi Devo Bhava ideals, I and Ranji treated them pretty well (the daughter was reasonably okay). While they were about to leave, I and my uncle were discussing regarding me being my cousin's local guardian when suddenly I had this acute attack of FMD (for medical transcriptionists, you might not find this in most of the reference material; please refer the title of this passage to get the full form). My brain sent a message to my mouth to close itself and stop functioning, but since mouth has partial autonomy, it decided to open up and extend the invitation of me being a local guardian to the other girl. Why would I want to subject myself to such torture from this guy (obviously he'll be coming over from time to time) I have no idea? Now, some might figure its the girl, but that's the funny part - she isn't beautiful enough to tempt me. Moreover, my brain is pretty sure that the memo issued to mouth stated "Close Yourself Now."

I'm not sure where or how exactly I should be taking a treatment, but till I get treated of this affliction, I am sure there are going to be several more instances wherein I'm going to suffer great pains.