Goodreads asked Ubiquitous Bubba:

What mystery in your own life could be a plot for a book?

Ubiquitous Bubba My father had a question he used to ask me nearly every day of my childhood. It's one of my earliest memories. "Are you some kinda idjit?"

If I was, would I know? I mean, would I possess the awareness and analytical skills required to determine if I was, in fact, an idiot? I looked at everyone around me and wondered if they were each playing a part in a grand psychoanalytic experiment designed to definitively answer this question.

Sure, they "acted" as though they were normal, but I could tell. I wasn't sure about the rules of this experiment. If I let on that I knew about it, would that invalidate the experiment? If so, they'd just terminate the subject and get someone else, right? I know the ones stuck playing the role of my parents would have jumped at the chance. It seemed that my greatest chance of survival lay in pretending that I didn't know I was the test subject.

I almost let it slip a few times, but I think I got away with it. I kept waiting for a crowd of people to surround me, pull their faces off, and scream at me for skewing the test results.

In that worst case scenario, it would be impossible to determine if I was an idiot, right? Right?

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