Do you have any idea just how paranoid I am? Do you care? Well, too bad. This post is pretty much about my issues and my ever looming insanity and if you read it than you’re going to know.
I live alone (except for my two furry hippos) and enjoy it. But, every night before I go to bed I check my windows, the sliding glass doors in my enclosed front porch (there are 2 doors to get to my front porch) and the sole closet that’s crammed full of crap. I cannot fall asleep if I do not perform this ritual for fear that someone is lurking outside and waiting for me to forget to perform my ritual. I have no room in my little closet because of the boxes that are piled in there and the logical part of my brain knows that there’s no way at all someone could be hiding in there, but the illogical part will always rule supreme.
When I moved into my apartment the bigger of my two furry hippos (Tigger) developed a tendency to climb into the fridge. This is quite the feat since he’s not exactly small. I closed the door on him one night (yes, on purpose) to try and scare him out of this new habit. I opened the door 10 seconds later and found him curled up in a ball and completely unperplexed by my experiment. In reality he looked up at me as if to say, “Do you mind? I was going to take a nap.” Ever since then, I always check the fridge to make sure one of the hippos hasn’t climbed in.
When I transfer photos to my computer, I’m absolutely paranoid that the pictures didn’t save properly (don’t ask me why because I don’t have any inkling why whatsoever). As such, I end up with 2 copies of my pictures plus the ones still on my memory card. Once again, even though I’ve saved the pictures I’m afraid to remove them from my memory card. I still have pictures of my friends wedding from a year and a half ago. I will hold off on clearing my memory card until I have no room on it at all.
I also have a preference for even numbers and will freak out if you put a sticker on me (especially price tags and stickers from fruits and veggies). A lady I worked with eons ago put banana stickers on my keyboard one morning before I came in just to watch me freak out. She wouldn’t take them off and, since I freak if I have to touch them, I used my letter opener and then went to get a new letter opener from the supply room.
Why am I tell you all this? I’m not really sure. It’s more than likely because I’m bored and have nothing all that interesting to say.
So there you have it. This calm and put-together facade that I present to the world is really nothing but a cover for my raging paranoia’s and issues.
