Random thoughts of insanity

As I walked out to lunch today I passed by a lady on the walkway and she had her head covered with a decorative scarf, she was obviously a cancer victim.

That got me to thinking. So many women go right to the scarf when they get the cancer. I wondered what I would do. Of course I’ve always been a huge fan of the wig idea. Even if I didn’t have the cancer, and if I was a woman, I’d have wigs like crazy. I’d be just like Miss Dolly Parton.

I don’t understand why more women don’t use wigs. I mean, come on! You can style it before you go to bed and just slap that wig on when you wake up and run off to work. No more having to mess with your hair every morning. You could have a totally different hair style, and color, for every day of the week. Just think of the possibilities.

Anyways… back to this lady with the cancer. If I couldn’t afford nice wigs, which I’m sure are quite expensive, I think I’d go with some funky hats. I’d become the crazy hat lady. People would see me coming and say, “Oh look, here comes that crazy hat lady. I wonder what she’s got on today.” Not unlike people do with Cher at awards ceremonies.

I’d really enjoy my status at the crazy hat lady. I’d relish it! It would be nice to have that kind of identity, you know… to be known for something. I’d even wear crazy matching outfits as well. I’d make a whole new identity out of it and I’d work it to my advantage.

So basically I’m planning this entire alternate reality for myself as a cancer stricken woman, all as I’m walking out to lunch, and all of this just because I passed a woman with a scarf on her head. I swear my life is really not so bland that I have to do these things to entertain myself.

Actually, some times I think my imagination is a bit overactive and it gets a little out of control. When you combine the active imagination with my neurotic paranoia, it’s a dangerous mix. I can invent all kinds of crazy scenarios to scare myself stupid, or to work myself up into a frenzy over nothing.

Of course it also works to my advantage. It keeps me from getting in trouble because my imagination starts running wild thinking of all the ways I’d get caught, which then forces me to pre-plan extensively.