Most of my friends are crazy, and this is not an accident.
As a sorta nutty person myself, I only feel really comfortable around the neurotic. If someone seems too self-confident across the board, I tend to think they’re either serial killers or really, really stupid. How could you live like that, all puffed up and secure, unless you weren’t really paying attention?
A few things I’ve heard lately from people/said myself, that underscore our (hopefully delightful) neurosis and self-absorption:
The Donut: “Is it nice outside?”
Me: “Yes! Gorgeous! I’m taking a walk through the EV right now.”
The Donut: “Can’t you stop pressuring me for even a second?“
And:
Mrs. Piddlington: “So what will you write about on [such-and-such a theroretical project]?”
Me: “I don’t know.”
Mrs. Piddlington: “You must have some ideas.”
Me: “Must I? Must I really?”
Mrs. Piddington: –
Me: “Do I really have ideas, Mrs. P? Am I an ‘idea-having’ kind of person? I’m just not sure anymore.”
Mrs. Piddlington: “Are you taking your medicine?”
The other day I was at a party and a friend I hadn’t seen for a couple of weeks asked me if I was happy since moving to New York. And I said, oh, yes, delightfully so, etc. He then looked at me very seriously and said, “Are you sure? Because it’s OK if you aren’t.”
So suggestible am I, that I actually had to take a minute to figure out if I was lying to myself. So there you go, advertisers: I am your target audience. Make of my brain what you will.
Jennie Smash 
“So there you go, advertisers: I am your target audience. Make of my brain what you will.”
Wow, that doesn’t sound too good for the “dating siesta,” now does it?
Don’t be loco. You are happy here.
“Must I? Must I realllllly?”
I imagine this said with a plummy British accent.
People who are sure of stuff haven’t considered the options.
Those people frighten me.
“”Must I? Must I realllllly?”
I imagine this said with a plummy British accent.”
I imagine everything the Smash says in a plummy British accent.