TPS

Territorial Pissing Syndrome.
Named for the Nirvana song Territorial Pissings in reference to the line 'just because you're paranoid, don't mean they're not after you'
Charatarized by a full-blown case of paranoia with a slight possibility that someone might actually be out to get you.

Me: ...so i concluded that Major League Baseball was reading my 'bad thoughts' via satellite feed, from the microchip the aliens implanted in my neck!

Psychiatrist: Very interesting. A few miligrams haloperidol daily should cure that up. Has anything else been troubling you recently?

Me: Well, I'm pretty sure the religious nut next door is going through my trash trying to find evidence of satanic rituals and gauging my drinking habbits. And, recently, I've seen him stockpiling lighterfluid daily with his pick-up. At this point, I suspect he's planning on burning my house down with me in it.

Psychiatrist: Well, it's not entirely impossible, especially since you have 'Infant Sacrifice, Lord Beelzubub' tattooed on the back of your bald head. However, since you're a complete wackjob, I'm penciling it into your case file under TPS and uping you meds.

Me: Oh cool.

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