Prepared sounds a lot nicer than Paranoid

There are certain things that are not shared on a blog because quite frankly some things need not be shared. When you read my blog you probably have an idea of the type of person I am.

You would probably say I’m funny (my friends and family agree) ... you might say I’m a fashionista (I sorta agree) ... you might say I have a great smile (Sean agrees) ... you might also think I’m sweet, friendly, a tad bit sassy (just ask Sean), honest and a person you wouldn’t want to mess with. Ha, I’m making the last one up. I would like you to think you wouldn’t want to mess with me.

You might think I’m carefree but that is where you would be wrong because I’m paranoid. No, I have not been diagnosed with paranoia but I am a bit paranoid.

How do I know? Well, Sean told me. He says that I think that everyone is out to get me. That I think that the world is about to end. And well, I can’t argue with him because I kinda do think this. And I think I need to work on it but I always say; no one is going to catch me by surprise because I’m ready, whatever that means.

If I am out taking a walk by myself or with others I look behind every few minutes. I am always scanning the area around me. And I walk with the longest and sharpest key in front of me, just in case. When I’m at the gym, I check out everyone who walks in. If you need me to describe a person, I’m your person.

I never, ever leave doors unlocked. And Sean never hears the end of it. Are your car doors locked? Did you lock the door when you came in? I just don’t want to be that person who left their door unlocked and well you know. And just in case I did forget to lock the car doors (will never happen), I always look inside of the car before I get in. Oh and as soon as I am in the car I automatically lock the doors.

I am also guilty of thinking that the worst case scenario is going to happen. That is why I try not to watch scary movies because it is hard for me to separate Hollywood and real life when you’re paranoid like I am.

And the news. Don’t even get me started about the news. I think I would live a more carefree life if I did not torture myself with the freaking news. One of my blog friends Nancy recommended a news station where you only get good news. Where do I sign up for that?

I do other things but I don’t know if I should share that because well, it’s a bit embarrassing and I think I’ve already embarrassed myself enough. So while reading my blog did you ever think I was paranoid? Or did I keep that well hidden? Say I kept it well hidden that way we can still be friends ;).