It took him a few minutes to get it. But then he chuckled. Cool, he was cool.
The guy to my right noticed I was chatty. He said "so what are you in for?" A bit of an odd question. Oh well, I replied with "Schizophrenia."
He looked SHOCKED and sorry that he asked. He squirmed and stuttered an apology.
Then I said "Don't listen to her, she's here for depression."
Then of course the whole room sort of let out a collective sigh. Ice broken.
I was the last one left in the room. I saw the chairs were in a pattern. like so:
Notice anything? Yes they're fruit loops. STAY FOCUSED!
Look closely. A pattern maybe? Yes. There is a pattern.
These were the same colors as the chairs by the way. I wrote it down. Purple, blue, green, etc. etc.
Now, because I'm insane, I rearranged them.
I would not have been able to sleep tonight if I left them the other way. I don't have OCD. I swear. It just didn't feel right. Now, it does!
So that's my story of how I'm obnoxious in the waiting room.