My step brother was the reason I ended up being called to hospital for 'psychosis' by my mum. He nominated himself to clean my room, unfortunately, he took away my expensive health supplements because it looked like serious hard drugs, but at least he left the weed where it was.
He really crossed the line of being paranoid over an imperfect view of 'health' under the guise of moral righteousness, but at least he isn't a total screecher.
I had so much Huperzine A and buckminsterfullerene. What extraordinary consequences of having a pot-head up-to-date scientist as a boss. I must have synched with his attitude and it displayed to my family as erratic behaviour when really it was an acute awareness of unit work per unit time and dollars growth per unit time once coming face-face with the potential stake in a fast-moving business.