When I was a kid, I remember sort of 'narrating' myself in third person, as though I were in a book. "Miko walked home from school, her feet shuffling in the falling leaves." That kind of thing.

I read a lot in those days.

Once, I confessed this to a past boyfriend. In return, he told me that he used to see himself as the host of a television show, the show of his life. And in the morning, when he would wake up, he would say to himself "...and, we're back!"

We're all nuts. I think McLuhan predicted this kind of thing...

On occassion I would wonder how scenes from my life would look as a movie, while they were happening. Not that great, it turns out, except as a dead-boring indy flick.

I had a rather elaborate fantasy as a child, that everything around me was an elaborately-constructed Virtual Reality - not a Truman Show per se, but pretty close.

This is why I have a sticker over the built-in-webcam...

I have Truman Capote syndrome. I swear a lot.

I have Harry Truman syndrome. You should see all my bucks.

Um, sorry people, yah...word came from ON HIGH that you're all fired. Yeah, ratings...people were focus-polled and no one got it.

Yeah, sorry - here's a meal voucher for some bisque.

Love you!

Yeah, sorry - here's a meal voucher for some bisque. LOL

I used to imagine a huge cinema (with not many people, hmmm) watching my life on screen.

I also narrate myself too.

And I pick out soundtracks. So whenever I'm listening to music on a train, I imagine it as the soundtrack to my movie - which seems to be just me travelling on trains a lot.

This is why I have a sticker over the built-in-webcam...

Dude. That's just sad.

'Cause everyone knows the real camera is in the smoke detector.

I don't narrate myself, but I have a soundtrack that plays pretty much constantly.

Unfortunately, most of the time it's "Yakkity Sax". Someone please kill me.

They seem like classic cases of depersonalization disorder.

There's another disorder or something where you believe everyone around you has been replaced by aliens. There was a multi part series in a paper about it...

Yup, here it is

Girl marries boy, raises family, endeavors to be normal. Many years down the line, after multiple experiences purportedly involving demonic possession, lights in the sky and other phenomena not explained by science, girl abandons whole normal thing. Girl decides that boy is wrong, all wrong, and that the forces of darkness have possibly replaced him with a copy of the original husband. Girl divorces boy/dark copy of boy, descends into depression, seeks solace in her career, which happens to be battling evil and channeling communications from what she believes to be a bevy of aliens.