Confessions of a Bed Wetter. Apocalypse Science

When I was a young lad I peed the bed. Even when I wasn’t so young I continued to pee the bed. Why?

I slept soundly in those days. So sound was my sleep that peeing the bed was the only option.

It was embarrassing and perplexing. How can I become a real boy if I pee the bed? Much less a man.

I wonder, was I mesmerized during my sleep by outside forces? Was there an evil spirit harvesting my powerful brain waves during my vulnerable sleep time?

Am I deformed in spirit and/or physique? Do I have a problem? Is that why everybody hates me?

Is it because I peed the bed?
Or,
Did I pee the bed because everybody hates me?

Will my bed wetting return in old age? Will I be an old man in diapers? How can I ensure complete annihilation before this terrible day arrives?

I slept so soundly in those days. Like I was dead to the world.

Confessions of a Bed Wetter. Apocalypse Science