My imaginary stalker. Maybe

As much as I like to think of myself as being aware of my surroundings and perceptive. There are many days where I am completely oblivious. Honestly, oblivion is where I find my happy place-I need to free my mind and disconnect from time to time. Then, there are the random days that I am completely paranoid.

This morning was not one of my better ones. I was running late and had zero caffeine which does not fare well for my day. I was frazzled and on edge. I was on my normal route minding my own business when I noticed a red car behind me. Normally, this would not faze me, but something about the driver caught my eye and I thought he was looking a little too hard.

Now, I will be the first to admit that I might be a little crazy. Some days I might be a whole lot crazy. However, the craigslist ad I found a few weeks ago has managed to multiply my crazy. It has had me wondering who sees me that I am oblivious to. I have allowed myself to create this random craigslist poster into my own little crazy stalker because he is unknown. I am curious to figure out just who wrote the posting and curiosity killed the cat, or drove this mama crazy.

Regardless, I was in my car. He was in his. I went on about my business with him behind me. Occasionally, I would glance back and there he was. After a bit I, in all my craziness, was wondering why he did not go around me as traffic in front of me was slow. Finally, he did. Whew! I thought I was in the clear.

Moments later, the guy slowed down and got back behind me. It appeared to me that he intentionally got behind me. Again, it could be nothing. I could be crazy. Or, he could have actually been intentionally following me. Whatever. I needed caffeine. I was a bit ahead of him and went to pull into the gas station. As I was getting out of my car, he pulled up.

Seriously? What the heck?! We made eye contact as I am sure a look of panic registered on my face. If he was not intentionally following me, he surely thought I was nuts.

I went on in and got my drink, quickly making my way back to the car. I successfully avoided making any eye contact with anyone in the store, other than my usual clerk, and booked it to my office.

Really, I don’t know what got into me this morning. I am not normally quite so paranoid. I am generally not one that will not speak to a stranger. Now, it all is funny to me. I think I need to lay off reading the craigslist posts and watching stalker shows on TV for a bit. And, maybe, it is time to find a new route to work…just in case.


1 Response to “My imaginary stalker. Maybe”

  1. October 24, 2014 at 2:54 am

    We all have moments of paranoia.. I think it keeps us sane. 🙂

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