I told a guy I thought I was an alien and he was a robot. I was like âyou probably think Iâm crazyâ. He stared for 2 seconds and was like âno I donât think youâre crazyâ in the most serious neutral tone Iâve ever heard.
My old psych ward roommate used to have conversations about me with his voices, then tell me about it and ask if it sounded crazy. I told him it did and he said heâll tell the doctor lol
I donât agree. I donât think sz is funny. I think OCD is hilarious though. Until you live with someone with a bad case of OCD. Then, itâs not funny anymore.
i think back at some of my things (that i can remember) and i think man that was stupid, i was just a stupid messed up guy with a head full of â â â â , thats why i need meds, bc my head is full of â â â â
When I was going somewhere at night with my dad driving and I was in the passenger seat I thought all the drivers in the ongoing cars would see me and put on their high beams. It made me mad and I would get very agitated. I ran with that for quite awhile with my dad telling me I was imagining it.
WTF? A high beam conspiracy? A gang of high beam plotters? The world of Chevrolet and Ford headlight flashers concentrated on me?
That crap seemed real to me for quite a few months.
In the early days of my âtelepathyâ I thought this guy could see me and was sending vibrations to my p* while he was m*ing and I thought he was doing that to play with me so I would feel that for hours and be talking to him in my head saying all sort of stuff. Thinking about it now I was just laying there, hallucinating, playing with myself like a pervert! How insane! Now I ignore him, donât get that feeling and know Iâm not telepathic. But pretty funny to think of now all the nasty â â â â I thought and did to absolutely no one and for absolutely no reason. That stuff embarrasses me now.
Well I am most certainly not stupid, but that doesnât believe that none of my delusions were. Like seriously? The ghost of my living classmate is watching me to see if I look at porn? Come on, thatâs a little funnyâŚ
I sort of chuckle at my first inpatient stay where I told the crisis counselor that I was dead. Somehow me walking around wasnât a big clue for my fractured but whole brain. Most of my delusions have been somatic in nature.
Until I had insight into my illness it was very scary. Things only get comical when I am on my medication and know not to listen to or obey the requests of the voices. They voices are evil and only try to screw me up. My delusions however are silly nonsense like thinking Slash is stalking me. LOL
I probably shouldnât say any celebrities name because someone could cache my quote and next thing I know I end up in a Google search for Slash. Paranoia?