You know you've lost your mind when things in an imaginary world effect you more then the events of the real world. You know you've got some screws loose when you grieve the passing of a fictitious personage on the same level that you may or may not have grieved for a loved one that actually passed in your life.
You know that you are irreperably damaged (in the head) when you admire someone you have made up as opposed to a real live person of quality. When you idolize their morals, their viewpoints and opinions. When you think you may love them, even though that would technically be the grandest form of NARCISISM on the face of the planet. You know that you have gone bat-shit-INSANE when all you truly, really, deeply, with all your heart and soul, with all the passion you possess, with all the conviction and truths and fervence of a fanatic, want to do it live the life of a character that you made up in your head; a character that only exists within the world that was born and exists in the mind of another human being. All facets of which are firmly rooted in fiction and make-believe.
Or, Perhaps, you know that the world ITSELF; the sphere of climates, landmasses, flora, and fauna; of tactile, real existance that you were born into; has gone to such shit that these previously afore-mentioned eccentricities have an undeniable appeal to them. Perhaps, this world has gone so far down the shitter that one must, in fact, indulge in escapeism, or be forever trapped within the confines of a world they despise. Perhaps One must become truly narcisistic in order to satisfy the longing desire to LOVE something that will not turn out to be a dead thing in your arms. PERHAPS this world is forcing some of us to seek morality, honor, truth, justice and other such fanciful concepts in fiction because no particularly accurate example exists in this world now! OR PERHAPS ---
I'm beginning to fear that I am mildly chemically inbalanced. GOD I wish I had health insurance at times like this!
Ha-yuck, ha-yuck, ha-yuck.