I think this whole being in self isolation is affecting more than my non existent social life and lack of work.
It’s affecting my non existent sleep schedule. And by affecting, I mean every sound in my home that I used to ignore/know exactly what it was…now sounds consistently like somebody walking through the house.
I know it’s not, but I think a little bit of paranoia is starting…and there’s still 26 days of this round of stay at home orders.
My main source of the paranoia is the idea that desperate people who are out of work…will be desperate.
It also didn’t help that this past holiday season, a guy knocked on our door when I was home alone and was acting reeeeaaallllyy shady. Like, facing away from the door and standing enough to the side that if I opened the door, he could easily force his way in or surprise me.
I’m a little jumpy, now.
And I hate that. I hate that I’m even thinking people would do that during this already sucky time…but this is an unusual time. And most people can’t handle unusual.
But as a teenage goth once said, “I myself am…unusual.”
I think that was the quote…close enough.