Living in my Paranoia
A friend told me he wondered what it would be like living in my paranoia. Nowadays, I’ve been looking behind my back more often (literally and figuratively), afraid of whatever bad thing that can happen. In this day and age, the unfortunate possibilities are endless. There’s always something to be scared about. My mom told me I can’t live in fear. But my dad also told me that fear motivates us to be careful and vigilant. As with all things, there has to be some kind of balance. I think I’m straddling the line between pathological and normal, paranoia and cautiousness. Balancing balancing. Checking. Double Checking. Stopping. Looking. Listening. Being careful. Being vigilant. Being safe.
