A lament

Its tough being socially inept and deformed.  I wish everyone just assumed I had rabies, or that I was dropped on my head as a child, repeatedly.  The truth is, some deformities are cooler than others.  I would choose acromegaly over proteus syndrome any day.  If I had Angelman syndrome, I would be at a loss for choosing among options, but I would laugh a lot.  I suppose, if I were a dwarf I would have it made.  Or, would I?  It would be lonely, living without my conjoined twin, my sirenomelia, my secret mystery fistula.  Time to ponder over a bucket of chicken heads.