The
other day I saw this headline on a news story: “20% of population has
‘Exploding Head Syndrome’.”
Whoa, I
only thought that happened in the movie “Scanners.” If the headline is true,
then this situation is a much greater threat to our country than ISIS, climate
change, or worst of all, Indiana pizza shops. If one out of every five citizens
is in danger of having his or her head explode, that is kind of serious. But if
this is true, wouldn’t there be some telltale signs? Shouldn’t there be a lot
of blood stains all over town? As someone who is lactose intolerant, I’ve
become adept at slipping away unnoticed from social situations to, um, deal
with my discomfort. But if your head suddenly explodes, well, that’s kind of hard
to “keep under your hat.” (Groan! I can’t believe I actually typed that corny pun.)
But
maybe there is some big government cover-up going on here. Maybe all those
windowless vans and black helicopters people claim to see are indeed federal
commando squads. And their real mission — in order to prevent social unrest and
panic — is to quickly clean up and remove every trace of evidence that
someone’s head just exploded.
Now
that I think about it, a couple years ago I went to work one morning and asked
if Dave was in yet. I was told, “Dave’s gone. He took a new job in California.”
“You
mean he just left?” I said. “Without saying goodbye?” Yes, I was told. So I
said, “Well, how come his office is completely sealed in plastic, and guys in
Hazmat suits are carrying buckets of red stuff to a truck out back?”
There
was a long pause, and then I was told, “Hey, there’s cake in the break room!” Darn
it, distracted again. Looking back, I wish that instead of sprinting for some
cake, I had investigated Dave’s office a little further. Maybe the truth is
that his head exploded.
Before
I read the news report, I wondered if the website I was viewing was one of
those unreliable sensationalist publications, like the National Enquirer, the
Weekly World News, or the New York Times. So before I read the article, I did a
quick Google search for the phrase “exploding head syndrome.” It turned out
this breaking story was being covered by many reputable news organizations, for
example, the Washington Post, the BBC, and the National Journal of Bigfoot
Sightings.
So with
much fear and trembling, and after putting both of my hands on my skull to see
if it felt like pressure was building up, I read the article. What a
disappointment. It turns out “exploding head syndrome” is a smart-aleck name
given to a condition where people hear a loud noise just as they are drifting
off to sleep, but there actually is no noise — no gun shot, no thunder, no
Bigfoot smashing through the front door. The noise is all in their head.
I don’t
doubt that this is a very debilitating condition. It’s hard enough to get a
good night’s sleep in our stressed-out, over-caffeinated culture without being
jarred awake by a blast of noise that is really not there. But c’mon, having
this condition is not exactly the same as having your head explode. The article
even quotes medical professional who use the glib but totally inaccurate term “exploding
head syndrome.”
On the
one hand, it’s disappointing that a sensationalist phrase was invented just to
get people to read a rather boring medical story. But on the other hand, it’s
good to know that it’s unlikely my head will explode anytime soon. However, I do
wonder now what really happened to Dave.
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