My paranoia is checked in for duty today. That part of me is the most efficient.
Today, I lost the 4-pack of tear and snot absorption tissue right before my therapy session. This somehow convinced that part of my brain that someone broke into my house strictly to steal my crying tissues, intentionally leaving the guitars and signed albums sitting right by the door.
I had a brief thought someone took them so when I do cry, I can't sop it up. My brain sweats out my nose when I cry; they knew exactly what they were doing.
I also believe the world knows when I don't plan for lunch and need to run out to get food, so it rains. To maximize the efficiency of the torment, there is also a lunch meeting, leaving me exactly 10 minutes to eat.
Paranoia might be a thing to watch out for when I get old, but based on family history, I'm ahead of schedule. My Teleporting grandmother was convinced we were conspiring to take away her ability to drive. She couldn't walk to the car without falling.
Now, at that time I didn't realize she could teleport, so she probably knew she could teleport to the car. I would ask her if she can teleport why does she need a car, but she'd probably just tell me the highway infrastructure in the ether is a nightmare.
Speaking of institutional displacement: I am looking for a new home for this blog. It turns out my unfiltered brain health updates are distracting from the actual mission of Susan's Place, and I would never want to do that.
I will still post here once a week or so, but having a standalone blog under SocketSeekers will be better than causing issues in the forum. Would people be interested in reading a more unfiltered version of my blog?
Useless Recap:- Probably Paranoid
- Dementia is probable
- Teleporting grandmother didn't need a car
- SocketSeekers relocation possible.
Disclaimer: I avoiding saying Kleenix...Dang it! Please don't sure me Kleenix. WOOHOO! Typo saved the day!