“Have you been having any more symptoms?” my father asked me this morning as we sat at my kitchen table eating our sausage biscuits and orange juice.
“I feel people are watching me,” I replied. “Yesterday, at the convenience store, a lady did a double take when she looked at me and it worried me. I feel I look strange or weird.”
Dad smiled. “Schizophrenia is baffling, isn’t it? That lady probably just thought you looked attractive. You are an attractive man when you fix yourself up like you were yesterday. Your hair was combed so nice and looked so pretty.”
This had never ever entered my mind. That a lady would be attracted to me? It has been so long since I’ve even had any relations with the opposite sex.