Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Every now and then, my brain goes on holiday, leaving a note under the sugar canister where my neuroses and insecurities never think to look. For that short period of time, the neuroses and insecurities play badminton with things I KNOW TO BE TRUE.

Seriously? It’s a little obscene. It’s the emotional equivalent of arguing that maybe the sky is orange after all and you’re just assuming it’s blue, and what do you know? Things that are that obvious under normal circumstances suddenly become huge mysteries even though they haven’t done a damn thing differently. The sky is blue, was blue yesterday, will be blue tomorrow (most likely), and has been blue for a really long time. It has given you no reason to doubt it, but somehow you do anyway… More accurately, you doubt your perception of it.

And then the brain comes back, sees that its playmates have wrought havoc on what was once such a pleasant and peaceful little existence, and tries to tidy up.

You have to wonder, though, how long it’ll take for the sky to go “Oh, for crying out loud! Don’t you GET IT?!” and shoot a lightning bolt right at your ass.