Yes, I can cite numerous instances in my blog that would suggest to any normal person that I am indeed on the brink of insanity, and other blog entries with nearly the same title as this one. Sure. But I fear I may definitely be crossing the line into True Insanityland nowadays.
For example, I can never, ever, ever remember whether or not I have turned off my space heater. I have this fancy "Presto Heatdish" thing I got at Costco several years ago. It's like a little satellite dish thing that aims wonderfully warm air at me on cold days, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I'll often curl up into a ball beside it, much like a cat by a fireplace.
But I simply can never remember whether I have shut the thing off or not. So when I leave the house during these winter days, I'll hop in the car and drive up the road -- sometimes as far as several miles -- until my mind will latch on to the Heatdish Issue.
I'll try really, really hard to remember whether I turned it off before leaving the house, but I just can't be 100% sure. So I'll turn around and drive all the way home, even if I have reached another state already, just to check on the stupid thing. I should note that I have never gotten home to find that I did indeed leave it on.
What's worse is that now, oftentimes when I get home to check on the heater, I'll suddenly get distracted by my computer, which is near the heater. If I see that I have new e-mail, I'll have to check to see what the message is.
Then I'll head out to the car again and start buzzing down the road, only to realize that I never actually checked to see whether or not the heater was on, what with the important junk e-mail from Nigeria weighing heavily on my mind. So then I have to make a second trip back home.
Then, finally, I can head off to my destination. At least until I inevitably start worrying about whether or not I left the burners running on the stove.
So I would have to imagine that I qualify for some sort of insanity defense, should I decide to go berserk at some point.
Oh, and don't even ask me how many times I have needed to go back out to my car after being seated at a restaurant because I can't remember whether or not I have locked the door.
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I can relate. At my last job, I would close up the store and head home, get 5 or 6 miles away and have to turn around to make sure I locked the doors. Not once did I find the doors unlocked, but paranoia's a b*@#h.
Did you remember to close the garage door? Did the toilet stop running before you left home?
Noooooo... don't make me think about those things, too! And I have indeed called my neighbor to make sure I shut the garage door before!
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