Paranoia

Have you ever had the feeling that people are out to get you?
Even the people closest to you? I have that feeling and I can't shake it.
It started last week. My husband was being really quiet and I couldn't help but think he was upset
with me over something. However, the next morning, he made me a wonderful breakfast. I
thought, "Well, this is a surprise." But when he kept asking me if it tasted okay and if I liked it,
I began to get suspicious. I asked him, "Joe, did you put something in my food?"
He just smiled and said, "Drink your coffee."

I fear I am not the only one in our family who suffers from this condition.
Yesterday, Joe was having his teeth cleaned. The hygienist asked him if there had been any
change in his medical history. He thought for a minute, then answered, "No."
For some reason she continued to press him on the subject. "Any surgeries?"
He began to worry that maybe something had happened to him,
maybe his medical history had indeed been changed, and maybe without his consent.
"Maybe an alien implant?" He asked her, hoping it wasn't true.
She laughed as she snapped her rubber gloves on, telling the other workers in the office that she
needed to check him over for alien implants (in a dental office??? Hmmm...I didn't think you could
see an alien implant by looking into the mouth. I've always heard that aliens used the back door
method.) Anyway, this incident confirmed his suspicions and none of us can dissuade him from
believing that there is possibly something inside of him that transmits information back to the
mothership, wherever that may be. The very least I can do is be supportive and loving as he faces
his demons. In no way would I ever make fun of or feed his paranoia.
Not me! Well, not often...

Everyone is paranoid about something. A lot of paranoia is centered around the phone.
I know one lady who won't *69 anyone because "I'm afraid that if I miss a phone call and I *69
them back, someone I don't know might answer, and they only called me because they dialed
the wrong number. So if I ask, 'Why did you call me?' They'll answer, 'I didn't call you,'
and they'll get mad. I'll hang up and they might *69 me back, madder than ever.
I just can't take that kind of stress."

Okay...whatever.

If you are paranoid about anything interesting, contact me or leave a note in the guestbook.
I can't help you, but I can offer the same kind of support I give my own husband.
I believe it would help you if the town of Red Bluff confronted your fear and laughed at it
...with you of course.

Sleep well...