As a joke I will sometimes say that my new house is my worst nightmare. Also keep in mind that my house is 3 levels and my roommates are at the top level, far away to hear my screams.
This should just emphasize that I am CRAZY! But here's the stitch. In the basement there are two windows; my bedroom and then the main room. But between those two windows there are 8 doors. (Between closets and storage, etc). All of which could be hiding someone hell-bent on killing me.
Why?
I have no idea. That's just where my mind goes.
And then there is the fact that I find myself, again, avoiding windows. This is something I sometimes did at my moms house in SV. I knew the exact points where I could not be seen.
I peeked out of my house today to check if we had received a package and I came in, closed the door, and then felt the overwhelming urge to hide from windows.. Because I didn't want to be seen. Didn't want someone "out there" to know I was "in here."
And because my back is facing the stairs while I work, I kept the knife I had to cut my fruit, just for safety. (That may have been because of the show I was watching. I need to stay away from crime dramas.)
And all while writing this my brain is telling me that I've given away too much information about myself and that someone will find me and use my paranoia against me.
I need to be medicated.
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