I often like to think that I'm the epitome of reasonable mental stability and wellbeing, but then I recall when I went to my school counselor not too long ago determined to be honest about my mental state/mindset just to see what might happen...
The poor woman saw me a total of four times and wound up concerned and likely very skeptical of me. She interrogated me viciously and asked some very strange questions. ...In earnest.
I'm sure she was trying to diagnose me with something, since she's qualified to do that....
My apologies to her, I guess. I'd say I'm the bane of therapist's existence if I was ever assessed for anything in the first place.