It’s a conspiracy to watch me do laundry. I have evidence on a wall of random photos and newspaper clippings pinned together with yarn made from ugly sweaters’

It’s a conspiracy to watch me do laundry. I have evidence on a wall of random photos and newspaper clippings pinned together with yarn made from ugly sweaters’ red dryer lint. I think there’s a subset of people who make up and believe sinister intentions for a litany of motivations. It’s simpler than there being shitty situations large and small for no individual reason if there’s someone or something in particular to scapegoat.