Rare mind
Today I paid for 39p with a debit card. The cashier gave me an odd Look, and I was immediately besieged by an instant of paranoia, seized with an incandescent desire to leap atop the counter, shake my fist in the air and shout "I'm not crazy, dammit!", with a crazed glint in my eye.
It would have been such a self-defeating act.
Later, possibly out of guilt (or more likely the pressing need to restock my refridgerator shelf), I purchased £12 worth of groceries.
He told me today that I am a rare mind. I automatically disagreed (charmingly), out of a sense of socially-acceptable modesty; for some odd reason, people are disenchanted by those who agree. In all truth, I struggle mightily to find the like-minded. Then again, I suspect that everyone does - in different ways.
Lying is a social imperative.