My Normal Suit

I know I'm crazy, if that's the word for it. For being different on a fundamental level from the people around you. I guess that's the definition of crazy.

But I'm not stupid. Or at least not so crazy that I can't tell that acting crazy will get me noticed in ways I don't want. Ways that will restrict my freedom and my ability to satisfy certain cravings, certain needs. So I act not-crazy. And I do it very well. I've learned to mimic the normal behavior of those around me so often I seem more normal than they do.

I have a normal 9-5 job working in IT at a company in downtown Richmond. I'm one of the "server guys," so I end up with all sorts of access to information that is considered confidential. The place I work handles mortgages and developer funding for low income loans, so I have a wealth of personal information to dip into, if I feel the urge.

Ever wondered if anyone reads your email at work? Well, they do. All the time. Usually it's just a matter of being nosey. But sometimes you run across someone like me, who does it for a completely different reason. I do it to help pick prospects, to help seperate the weak from the herd. You think that email you exchanged with your co-worker to meet them for dinner was a secret? It's just between you, your co-worker, and me. And if I have the mood, your co-worker may never even know about it.

Then it's just you and me.