Normal Me is not the picture of normalcy I have come to the conclusion, many therapy sessions later, that I am the picture of mental health.

I am the fucking snapshot on the cover of the DSM IV.

That is a total lie.

But, a dear friend brings up the poignant arguement that maybe none of us are completely sane. Maybe none of us work in a 'Normal' way.

I will readily admit that I have different moods. Daily. Maybe these moods can be renamed to different personalities.

I also talk to myself... Not in the 'lets make a list' sense, but in the full blown conversation sense. Just this morning I was having a full blown discussion about my breakfast choice. S'Ghetti 1 wanted a Lean Pocket. S'Ghetti 2 wanted Chex cereal and a banana.

For the record, S'Ghetti 2 won. She usually does.

Some call it quarky. Some call it weird. Some call it just plain fucking nuts. I shall hence forth refer to myself as the picture of normalcy.  ¶ 8:14 AM