Guilty as charged

Whoa.. A whole week has passed since I wrote my last entry.. Its not like nothing has happened, and although I've been busy, you're never TOO busy to write a blog. Whenever something interesting happens, I think "huh.. I should write about this in my blog", and when I get home, I usually forget about it, and several brilliant anecdotes are lost in this manner.
"So why haven't you written about the stuff that goes on at home?" you ask.. well, to be perfectly truthful, nothing interesting really happens while I'm at home!

So anyway.. getting to my point (I have one, I promise).. I was day-dreaming earlier today.. dabbling on the egde of human reason, when it suddenly occured to me..

Paranoia rhymes with diarrhea. Not completely, but kinda.

Now this struck me as odd. The two words are spelled TOTALLY differently. A person can be paranoid, so why can't they be diarroid? Which led me to wonder.. What do you call a person who has diarrhea? Which is when I came up with the "oh-so-classic" phrase
"his reverse is in fast forward".. If ever I had to put money on anything I have said going down in the history books, this is probably gonna be it!

Which is when it struck me. I AM a little paranoid with diarrea. I realise I'm bearing my soul in a most unbecoming way to a group of, for lack of a better word, strangers, but what the hey, we all have deep dark secrets :-)
I'm actually not paranoid about diarrea, rather, just slightly obsessed with it. Well.. Not obsessed with IT (thats gross), rather, obsessed with "the concept of it".. Once, about two years ago (man.. time flies!), I was stuck in the back of a car with a friend for a couple of hours in a traffic jam, and I came up with an elaborate plot on "involuntary defecation" (a fancy way to say diarrhea), and how there's an underground industry set up by our college to recycle it and sell it to us in our canteen as food. She was not impressed by the story, nor were the 15 other people I told.
Maybe there is something wrong with me.
Maybe there's something wrong with everyone else.
Maybe there's no right and wrong.
Maybe we're all just a group of people living according to a set of guidlines which society has created and proclaimed to be the norm, and by adhering to these, we're missing out on the true value of life.
Maybe I AM weird. But I'm proud to be weird, and I celebrate it :-)