One flew east, one flew west, one flew over the cuckoo's nest…

Did you ever feel like you were in the movie and you were the star that movie? I don't mean like the animals where Eric burden sings spill the wine with WAR. I'm referring to something more like the film mentioned in the title of this post, written by Ken Kesey. As I am observing the behavior of people around me and things seem crazy it makes me wonder whether I am a member of that group and maybe even the mayor of this crazy place? All that said, I think I need to be a part of group therapy somewhere…