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Thursday, September 30, 2010

Unicorns and Institutions

     Sanity is like a Unicorn.  Beautiful, magical, and completely mythical.  One can no more possess sanity than one can possess a Keebler Elf.  And looking back into my family history of mental illness, I have begun to wonder if perhaps they were more sane than that of a sane person considering the insane never even fathom the idea of being...insane.
     So how did I come to this conclusion?  Well, it's simple really.  I have been married to my darling husband for three and a half years.  Haha, funny, I know, but let me elaborate a bit.

     Three years ago, I remember saying things that I actually said (or didn't say), doing things I actually did (or didn't do), seeing things I actually saw (or didn't see), and hearing things I actually heard (or didn't hear).  My thoughts on this?  Either that's just marriage in general, or I have a brain tumor and should get my head checked immediately.  Any input?

A recent incident:

     A few days ago, B walked into the kitchen while the dogs were eating.  (Evidently they had decided that sharing a bowl was more fun than eating from seperate bowls.)  So he sees them sharing a bowl and says out loud, "If you're going to share a bowl, then I guess you can just have two water bowls."  And then he fills the other dog dish with water and leaves.  The next day he went to feed the dogs, and dumped food in the water (same bowl that had been a food dish the day prior) and asks me why I put water in the food bowl.  
"Uhh...I didn't, you did.  Yesterday.  Don't you remember coming in here while they were sharing a dish and saying that since they were eating out of the same bowl, they can have two water dishes instead?"
     Nope.  Absolutely no recollection of that event in the least. 

     Maybe it's me.  It can't be me, right?  But just as positive as I am that it's him, he is that it's me.  How is one to know what's real and what isn't in an instance such as this?  I watched it.  I heard it.  But he did it?

     Perhaps the only solution would be to tap our phones, set up nanny cams and bugs in every room of the house, both cars, and on my person at all times.  Then, and only then, will I get a definite answer.

     It looks like I have a lot of work to do, so I better log off here and get started!  Thanks for listening!

Carolina North.  



  1. J and I do this often, too...only I suspect he knows it was really him but he just tries to make me think I'm going crazy. Who knows? Ya know, Caroloina North... When I was a counselor, one of the main important questions I was to ask was, "Do you ever see things others do not see or hear things others do not hear?" LoL Happy Friday!

  2. Mrs. K~ I definitely wonder whether I am seeing and hearing things that others don't, but unfortunately Izzy isn't talking yet!