A Little Show Biz Here, A Little Paranoia There

Well, due to the stress of my television appearance today (which went really well . . . read the previous entry), I am now having a little flair of paranoia. I went out to buy cigarettes, and so I drove to the nearest gas station. However, they had closed a few minutes before I arrived. The guy inside gave me a bad look as I stood at the locked door. So I got into my car to drive to another gas station. To get there I had to drive by the police station. This caused me to get a little uncomfortable, as I thought I would get pulled over and harassed and possibly arrested. But I made it to the second gas station, and it was closed as well. However, when I got out of my car, I could see the attendent inside was looking at my license plate number and writing it down. This further got me fearful, because I thought he was going to call the police and say I was trying to rob the store. Then, I drove to a local grocery store and bought two packs. The guy selling me the cigarettes seemed skeptical of my age, even after I gave him my ID (I'm twenty-seven!). He seemed to think it was a fake, and then the lady behind me said I had to be thirty to buy cigarettes . . . it was just a joke, but I could tell she was an anti-smoking Nazi-type; I thought perhaps she would give out a fake cough too. Then, I drove home. When got into my condo building, I saw that the secure door to the stairwell was open. So, when I got into my condo I had to search the entire place for people, just to make sure there weren't any killers inside. Once assured no one but me was inside, I went outside for a smoke. Across the way I could see the outline of someone staring at me. I became fearful that the person had a rifle aimed at me, and that he or she was going to kill me. I then lit my smoke and quickly sat down, out of the person's line of sight.

I'm not inside and am doing a bit better. I'm going to listen to some music and try to relax. As paranoia goes, this little flair is very small potatoes. I wasn't even going to both to write about it, but I thought perhaps it would be interesting to see how my mind was working.
 

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