Next Stop: Nuthouse
OMG someone's standing at that window. They probably think I'm looking at them. They probably think I'm some paranoid freak, looking out my window. Like a crackhead or something. But wait. They're at the window too. So that means either they're paranoid freaks or they're just looking at the weather like me.
And then I realized that not only was I not seeing a person in the window across the street, it was like a reflection of their mailbox or some stupid thing that doesn't even look like a person. So then I thought:
Wow, I totally thought that was a person. Wait, does that count as a hallucination? Was I hallucinating? Do crazy people know they're going crazy? Am I going crazy and don't even know it?*
*(After reading this, my answer is most likely yes.)
So ... what if I am, y'all? Going crazy, I mean? I sometimes do feel like I'm going a bit insane when I'm cleaning up the 89,000th kid-or-animal mess of the day. Or when I'm dealing with one minor fiasco and two more sprout up behind my back. Would I know if I started to toe the line between sanity and la-la land? Does anybody?
If you see me wandering around in public, pantsless and muttering to myself, please interrupt me to let me know that my question's been answered.