Next time you are on a bus and you get stuck next to an absolute raving loon -- the bloke who is listening to radio via 1980s-style portable headset, hasn't bathed in a day or two, is talking to no one in particular, wears Coke-bottle glasses, and is wearing a color scheme that threatens to rip a hole in the space-time fabric --turn to that guy and say: "Hey there, fella. Would you agree with me that you are fucked in the head? I mean, from what I can see, you have no grasp of what's going on. You, sir, are crazy."
Inevitably, said nutjob will become belligerent and you'll regret having spoken to him. Because crazy people don't know that they are crazy; it's a part of being crazy. Logically then, people who think they are crazy clearly are not.
So, if you sit there and think, "I am crazy. And I think I shall take time out of my busy workday of subversively spreading socialism and pro-abortion propaganda to the masses to find an Internet quiz that will prove I am crazy," it's a clear sign that everything is OK.
You hear me? OK. I'm just fine, bitches. There's nothing wrong. I am not histrionic at all; certainly not 82-percent histrionic, so get off my back! Why are you so critical? Oh God, why won't you people love me????
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And if that lying Kari tries to tell you that I stole this from her site, don't believe a word of it. I meant to post this, like, last year but I hadn't gotten around to it and Kari totally stole the idea from me because she is jealous of how pretty I am and she just wants to take you away from me. But you won't let her do that, will you? You'll never leave me, right? Hold me.