In the back of my head I still have reoccurring unsubstantiated thoughts:
I often feel that I am somehow different than others that makes me a notable human.
I think that there is a very disciplined Illuminati controlling the world.
I feel that I am observed at all times.
I think that people making my entertainment are intimately aware of me.
I feel that humans are somehow subconsciously telepathically interconnected, explaining how we function so well as a hive. Or that there is a hidden instinctual language that operates like telepathy at a subconscious level.
I think my Dad is watching me all the time.
I think that some of the people that I know died aren’t actually dead.
I worry that I am awaiting a secret Illuminati trial.
I worry that we live in something akin to the matrix.
I think that my spending habits have an unseen influence beyond everyday economics.