Discordianism

We took on a new religion a few months ago. Mel, Garreth, and me. An impulsive, reckless decision on our part, and we have to pay for our actions now.

Discordianism. A religion that idealizes chaos and discord. A quick Wikipedia search, and we embraced it eagerly. Chaos? Bring it on, we said.

Soon after that, Garreth permanently marked Discordianism on himself, by getting a tattoo on his left arm of the symbol of Discordianism.

But, things weren't meant to be that way.

One morning, Garreth woke up, and everything changed. He couldn't remember his name, or his identity. Not the slightest idea. Frantic, he rushed into the bathroom and looked at his face in the mirror. No clue. Desperately, he pulled his hair, and they came off, but still no recollection of his life. He pulled his shirt off and started at his body. Hmm, nice nipples, he thought, but he'd never seen them before.

Finally, he turned, and lightning struck his building. Amidst the chaos, he caught a glimpse of the Tattoo. And then, he remembered who he was...

I am Dischordian, he said. He picked up his guitar, and harmonica, and walked out of the door.