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go to link “Denial?” Yes, that part of the brain that processes denial.  Anosognosia, to be exact.  You see, it appears that Barry was suffering from a deficit of self-awareness.  In short, he could not see what was right in front of him: that he was a winner, through and through.  It seems damage to his parietal lobe (perhaps as a child) was causing him not to see things as they really were.

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Despite the superior intellect of Barry’s brain, Barry himself was still able to turn off that part of his brain that processes denial.  Finally, he was free to accomplish anything, which at this point in time just so happened to be asking out Marianne Tomson, the beautiful, curvaceous new girl at the office.

With that in mind, Barry proceeded to prepare himself.  He showered up, picked out his best suit, dowsed himself in cologne, then moseyed on over to the mirror.  That’s when it hit him.

Standing there in the mirror was not the handsome man with striking features and a full head of hair.  It was not the tall, muscular man who resembled a young Harrison Ford.  Instead, it was a hideous, balding, short, fat man with a bowling ball where his belly button was supposed to be.  Harrison Ford?  More like Archie Bunker.

No more denial.  Indeed.


Philip Loyd

Philip Loyd has been published in more than 100 print magazines in 12 countries, and in hundreds of online publications as well. Included in his many awards is the Hemingway Center Short Story Prize. He is represented by New York Literary Agent Jan Kardys. Loyd lives in Houston, Texas.