There has never been any question about my mental state.  It is well known that I am someone who could easily be classified as “certifiable” and spend quite a bit of time in an institution surrounded by white walls in a jacket the bakers put on me.  This fact is something that most people would shy away from whereas I am accepting of my level of sanity… or perhaps my LACK of sanity is a better way of putting it.  I think it helps me perform to a degree, doing the things most people wouldn’t think of doing or would want to do.  That’s the way I roll.

With the confirmation that a tornado did indeed touch down in Brooklyn yesterday morning, one has to wonder about the sanity of the world at large.  I know everyone will point to a dozen causes to the odd weather patterns, Global Warming being only the front runner in the long list of causes.  So with nature acting out, does that mean that it needs to be put away in an institution?

So I have to question my own sanity, or lack thereof, and whether or not its truly in my mind or is it from outside forces impacting me negatively.  The most recent episode that I can point to happened Monday.  I had to take an employee to a different facility for some reason.  Of course she was a social chatty butterfly to my mute grunt acknowledging Neanderthal.  We had a nice chat about how long we had been working, where we had been working, and so on. 

Then suddenly she gasped, clutched her chest, and leaned back into the seat corner so far that had the window been open she would have been on the street.  She says to me, “I know who you are!” Besides the fact that she knew my name already, I couldn’t figure out what she meant by that unless I was the topic of a rumor going around that I had missed.  “Your the one who lost his little boy!” she says.  Yeah.  Remember how I talked about the way people look at me?  Yeah… they’re still doing it.

Needless to say, the day had gone from being okay to just eh.  Which makes me wonder… am I the insane one or is everyone around me making me insane?  It really makes me wonder about maybe moving back to Pennsylvannia or just going somewhere else.  Yet… at the same time… then I won’t be able to see him when I need to.  Rock-me-hard place.

In the meantime… I guess I’ll just settle for insantiy… ‘cause that’s the way I roll.

In what I think is a sign of blogosphere insanity, I won a Really Fucking Stupid Blog Award for Blogger of the Month.  Why do I view that as insanity?  Well, considering I LOST my bids to be King of Porn and Sweetheart of the Blogging World, it seems the only thing that would garner me a win is being a trainwreck!?!?!

Or was it a pity vote???

Well… whatever… thanks to those who voted for me… but I’m not putting that graphic in the sidebar.

I gave up on that contest a long time ago.