You know that moment when you realize something's actually about you? You're watching tv or reading a book, they're discussing some deviant behaviour or social misfits and slowly you recognize a few points and then there's that jarring moment where you become the person they're discussing.
I got home early yesterday and my lady was watching the last few minutes of our lord, otherwise known as Oprah. They were talking about some guy who killed his pregnant wife and the shrink kept discussing his inability to cope with reality and how he escaped into substances like alcohol and drugs.
Ok, so I need to know, all you people who aren't escaping into alcohol and drugs, where the hell are you escaping to? Don't say serial killing sprees because my insurance rates can't handle me taking on more dangerous habits.