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And I thought I was fucked up because I have taken to making up stories about myself when I go out. Whenever I meet anyone it’s easier to make stuff up than explain where I’m from and what I actually do. On Saturday night, I was “Esmerelda” who worked as a ghost writer for a publishing company. My last great work was Cecelia Ahern’s novel PS I Love You. It had to be that one because I don’t know the names of any others.
I think some people actually believed me. I thought I was weird. After reading the above I realise that I am not, in fact, one of the world’s last true crazies after all. Hurrah.
It’s very comforting to know that there are people far more insane and unstable than you are. I regularly get weirdos talking to me on the street, and it always makes me feel a bit better about my own mental problems.
I had to laugh last night. I was standing at the bus stop and this middle aged man was walking by and all of a sudden stops and turns to everyone at the bus stop and starts screaming at the top of his lungs:
“I’M AS REAL AS BEETHOVEN!!!”
Over and over again. Most people were quite taken aback. I was almost going to thank him for providing entertainment during an otherwise dull wait for the bus.