Bipolar Episodes 2

Once I got to Virginia, I thought that things would get better. It only got worse. I got it into my thick head that my wife was a North Korean Spy and that my brother was a South Korean Spy. I was being spied on by my family and I was a North Korean Spy.

I don't know how I concluded that I was a North Korean Spy. I was literally nothing like a spy, and there would be no reason why I were a North Korean Spy. My father had often told me that his grandfather was a North Korean sympathizer and a Communist. It was very hard for my father to enter the Air Force in the South Korean military because of this fact. He had to lie about his birth date among other things in order to enter the military. Anyway, I just tied many things together and concluded that I was a North Korean Spy and that I needed to protect my family by escaping and not implicating them in my spying activities.

To be quite truthful, I think I've always fantasized about being a North Korean spy because I felt so alienated in America. It's a stupid fantasy.