Paranoia

I love a really intelligent piece of paranoia.

Like a friend, Fred, who worked and worked to figure out ways to get excommunicated from the Roman Catholic Church, without committing a sin and in the face of a group of people who want to keep him in (I mean, the Roman Catholic Church, in Sydney in the 1970s). Eventually the priest told him if you want to be excommunicated, you are. But not before Fred had written to the Vatican, without receiving a reply.

His reasoning for not ever getting onto facebook is similar. He's not crazy in any way, just likeable and affable, or to make conversation I would have gone into significant detail to find out what he knows.

Maybe he is a spy.