Is it normal to have fake ptsd and want to streak?
I've been working from home for a year and a half and I'm alone all day. Sometimes my need for play and entertainment manifests in curious and exciting ways. For example, I heard a helicopter approaching the vicinity of my home the other day, and, at the presentation of the distinct CHUGGAH CHUGGAH CHUGGAH above, I abruptly abandoned the soft glow of my laptop, ran tactically into my living room with hands clasped together emulating a pointed firearm and screamed at the top of my lungs "DIE B**TCH!!" as if having some vivid Vietnam flashback. (This was all uncharacteristic of me, and I can only deduce that my subconscious would prefer outright chaos over apathy.) Also, when the neighborhood is busy mid-morning with all kinds of neighbors, workers, landscapers, etc I sometimes get the urge to free myself from this loathsome confinement-- unimaginably free-- lacing up sneakers and darting out the front door with no clothes, scurrying frantically around the neighborhood naked as a mouse. Nothing weird or perverse, just to be spontaneous, free, and funny. Is it normal?