Well, everyone's gotta have their vent art moments, I suppose.
I get moments wherein I feel distant and alienated. Emotionally sick, worried that everyone can see how off and not-them I am by all the weird shit that comes out of my mouth sometimes. It doesn't typically bother me until I grow paranoid that it means that everyone I like is dealing with my shit... I don't know, for whatever reasons they might have. It doesn't rationalize farther than that, thankfully, and it's always temporary, but it's also persistent.