Eyes in the Back of Your Head

Sanity, insanity & vanity

When I wake up I am instantly impressed with myself. I survived the night, I have a computer, and everything seems normal. I make a coffee and hum a tune. Everything is fine, the sky is blue, the birds are chirping and the clouds in the sky are perfect for cloud watching.

I go hear a knock on my door, but when I open it, no one is there. In the person's place is a letter. I pick it up and go back inside. On the front, it says "To My Dearest" I rip it open and read the note. I hope you like my gift, I see you haven't been taking very good care of yourself. Insanity will do that to you. Isn't it crazy how one can be so unsure of one's self yet be so vain? I hope you like the gift, I'll keep in contact.  Well, I definitely didn't write that. Maybe they dropped it off at the wrong house. I shrug and go into my room, throwing the letter away in the wastebasket, and then taking out the trash. I walk back to my room and google schizophrenia on the computer and the results aren't too promising "Schizophrenia is characterized by thoughts or experiences that seem out of touch with reality, disorganized speech or behavior, and decreased participation in daily activities. Difficulty with concentration and memory may also be present." That's great, now I can't even trust my own mind. 

I get an email. Isn't it funny how one minute everything is fine, you feel sane, and then another you start doing double takes, forgetting that you're insane. Vanity is a funny thing. That's weird, that sounds a lot like the letter I just got, but I threw it away and there's no way I can be sure I didn't just make it up. I disregard the email figuring it was just a prank and continue on. But what happened next still haunts me to this day.