My Monologue

Insanity

I always knew I was crazy. I mean since I can remember remembering I was crazy. It never bothered me; sure it might bother most people, but not me.
I’m sorry, I don’t usually bring things like this up, and it really isn’t a good way to start a conversation. “Hey, I’m Zeek, and I’m really crazy.” – No, you just can’t do that. The only reason I’m bringing this up now is because it really irks me, sends me right over the edge when people tell me I’m boring. I’m going to set this straight right now: I am not boring. Maybe I’m a little quiet or non-attentive, but I have other things going on. I’ve got Suzy and Mike – well you wouldn’t know them because only I can see them, but I appreciate this whole listening thing you’ve got going on for me. Anyway, Suzy, Mike and I we have fun. They know me better then anyone and I guess that is all that comes down too. I never really give anyone, some normal human being, the chance to know me. I’m not boring, ok, but I don’t think you’d want to know me for me if I weren’t “boring”. I’m not saying that you’re a bad person for anything like that; I’m just saying your not Suzy or Mike. Sure, you’re not real either, and you’re from the same place as them, but I don’t need your help. I get that you want to be all psychiatrist like and what not; but I don’t appreciate these conversations especially when I’m trying to pretend to not be crazy.