I haven't done anything weird. Not exactly...
When I was young, for the majority of the year, I was only allowed indoors at night and I was confined to a one block radius during the day. There weren't many other kids around to bother me, so I spent the vast majority of my time imagining stories. During recess, I would wander around the playground working out a drum pattern or bass line. I would work out each part in the band and combine them in my mind. They sounded great to me. I read a large box of books every week. It infuriated my Dad, who felt that reading for enjoyment was only for girls. Granted, his lips moved trying to work out a stop sign, but that's the way it was.
Because my social development was limited exclusively to cartoons during the winter and tall tails in the summer, Nearly everything around me had a personality. I had great conversations with my dogs. The elephant ear bush was usually a bit rude and sarcastic. There were a couple of trees that I never liked. You know how some trees are just mean and there's nothing you can say to change things? My Mom made my Dad build me a tree house. It was six inches off of the ground and had no walls or roof. Even the snakes laughed at it.
I was convinced that I was the only person in the world who was real. I was a lab experiment and every single person on "Earth" was a part of it. The world itself was only constructed and manipulated as a part of the tests, for reasons I couldn't begin to fathom. I was positive that if I moved fast enough, I would catch somebody in the act of creating the illusion of a world. In the car, I would stare out the back to see if I could make out the world tearing apart like a zipper, turning just outside of my field of vision to come around to the front, where it would zip back together at the far edge of the horizon. I'm pretty sure I caught a glimpse a few times. Obviously, I couldn't let anyone know. I had to play along. I suspected that if they found out, my torturers, (posing as my family) would take out all of their hostility on me at once. I couldn't even tell my dogs because you know they can't keep a secret. In addition, they were listening everywhere.
Now, when I say that, everyone assumes that I know it's not true. Right. Of course it isn't.