Paranoia

[ocelot]

Today I was riding the bus, with Leif in his carrier. He was sleepy, and just kind of staring up at me. He wasn't moving, not even blinking, and for a moment I was afraid he'd somehow died. Then I touched him, and he moved, and my heart rate slowly returned to normal.

Time for me to stop reading the paranoid "The end of the world as we know it is upon us!" crackpots again. They write too creepily. I don't think anything any of them have "predicted" has ever come to pass, but it always messes with my brain. I start getting paranoid and depressed and having whacked out dreams.

It's quite addicting, and very easy to get caught up in. My dream the other night was very obviously influenced by what I read there. If I posted that dream, I could have half the people convinced it was prophecy. The idea would be reinforced in their minds, and they'd end up having similar dreams, until everyone on the board ended up truly believing that a moon-sized asteroid is going to hit earth and wipe out the majority of human life in June. After the government releases a virus that kills a good portion of the earth's population, in hopes of cutting down on the chaos caused by the asteroid.

Uh huh.

My mormon grandparent-in-laws are coming to visit sometime soon. I'm convinced that I'm going to somehow end up offering them coffee or wine.

When I was 12, my family took a camping trip around the western US. I fell in love with Utah, and told my mom I wanted to live there someday. She told me I'd have to become mormon. I'm half convinced that a good portion of my life since then has been a subtle joke caused by that conversation.

Reading back through my old entries, I realized that it's been more than 10 days, and we haven't received a confirmation letter from Crackmonkey Bernard. I guess I have to call him Monday.

I'm afraid I'm going to end up calling him Crackmonkey while on the phone with him.

Comments

[mactavish.livejournal.com]

I've touched DJ to make sure she's alive. I'll bet it's common. :)

[therealocelot.livejournal.com]

I've done it before, with both Leif and the cats, but I don't think it's ever given me quite this much an adrenalin rush.

[silkensteel.livejournal.com]

Tell the Grands I said "Hi."

I said that once about New Mexico, and I'm still waiting for something to happen. :)

And yes, I too have had that "My kid's dead?" scary thrill, on a few occasions. It's worse when they've been sick for a few days.

[murphymom.livejournal.com]

How often did I tiptoe into a child's room when naptime had lasted longer than usual and put my hand gently on back or chest to make sure s/he was still breathing! That's not the sort of adrenalin rush we want - hugs to you, Leif and koyote.