I've discovered recently that a surefire way of making people think you're crazy is to have bangs.
I have bangs. They are the only part of my hair I ever do; I fix them so they levitate about half an inch from my forehead so they don't touch my skin and get in my eyes and drive me up the wall all day. Most of the time they rest perfectly in position, however, when I walk through doors, or cross campus on a windy day they often get blown the wrong direction -- across my face and in my eyes. This is a minor annoyance, but anybody knows that a minor annoyance becomes a lot bigger if it's constantly present, and so for this reason, I often angle my head in the direction of the breeze so that it blows my bangs back in the right direction. The unfortunate side-effect of this is that I am constantly walking with my head tilted to one side like a confused puppy, veering off my walking course, batting irritably at my face, and jerking my head violently sideways at random.
Judging by some of the looks I get, I can pretty confidently state that my bangs have convinced a good number of people that I am mentally ill. I can't decide if that's awesome or distressing yet.