The following conversation is an example of the kind of mental dilemmas I have on a regular basis. Yours Truly is not what one might call rational, Folks. But that's to be expected. When you are bipolar (And your therapist says: We want to see you as LONG as you are a grad. student here) your logic often leaves something to be desired. If you need proof, read on.
Jennifer and the Kitchen Knife
Me: Maggie, I have a kitchen knife in my bedroom...in a knitting bag.
Maggie: Put it back in the kitchen.
Me: <Explaining the story without being asked to do so> Well, you see, I took said knife into my bedroom to cut a piece of thread, because I couldn't find my scissors, and then I thought...maybe I should leave it in there for intruders. And once I thought that, I worried that removing the knife from the knitting bag and placing it back in the kitchen might be a mistake on my part. What if the intruders come and I'm in bed rather than in the kitchen?
Maggie: You are not psychic or receiving special messages from the Universe. Put the knife back in the kitchen. And stop using the word intruders.
Me: Okay, that's a relief. It was dilemma, I tell you.