Oh yes. I think it's part of the terminal uniqueness thing. Mine never thought aliens or the feds were listening to his thoughts, but he was convinced the clerk at the post office hated him and that the neighbors stared weirdly at him. I could never convince him that in most people's minds, he didn't even exist, that most people have way too much with just their
own problems.
He must have read that news story about whatever basketball player it was who hid GPS locators in his exwives' cars...
Like you'd care where he goes?