well… that’s a relief.


Pretty much takes the pressure off. My parents, several psychiatrists and an assortment of sedatives over the years eventually convinced me I was somewhat delusional.  Now I’m at that point where my experience has taught me to never love anybody who treats you as though you’re normal… they’re usually just the hospital staff.

[Added Sept 3rd]: For more on the subject of normalcy being a setting on a dryer, check out this excellent post by rabe76 at I Sleep On My Mom’s Couch.