Paranoias

[Monocled Unicorn]

One of my main paranoias was forced upon me by this image.

http://dailyoftheday.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/picdump-604-15.jpg

And now I have to check every time. I'm not really arachnophobic, but I definitely don't want to be bitten.

 

[Artillery Spam]

When I cross the street and the waiting cars are to my left or right, I envision dozens of pairs of viscous eyes staring at me as I walk, their gazes analyzing my every movement.

It creeps me the fuck out and is literally terrifying.

 

[LadyToorima]

Oh, I'm also paranoid about lice, fleas, ticks, bugs like that. When I was 12, my best friends little sister gave us all lice 2 times. Now every time I see those types of insects in videos, tv, movies, or hear about them from other people, I get phantom itches. q.q

 

[Misomie]

Every bump I hear that a car makes is hitting my cat. I get a huge adrenaline rush and become terrified until I go outside and prove it otherwise. I've gotten better but I still get that spike of fear, even if I'm at someone else's house.

When I run along chain-linked fences I feel as if my eye is going to be caught in one of the top links. D:

Other than that, I'm super confident and don't have many paranoias, or at least ones I can think of at the moment.

 

[Oneiric]

I am always really paranoid that I will get bit by Mosquitos when I am outside. Also I am always paranoid that flies will get into my basement. Both are caused by hatred. I am paranoid whenever I have a test or an assignment until it is over. I am paranoid of people touching or going through my things. I am paranoid about loosing things in public places.

 

[Bittertooth]

I'm scared of the alarms that wake me up in the morning

 

[BJGoo]

I'm paranoid about...............getting old. Luckily, after ~1870 years, it hasn't happened yet.

 

[Khaki]

I get paranoid about the state of my privacy. Everything electronic I own has password locks, all different kinds of password for any site I use, and complete separation from login names and my actual name. I even cover the camera on my laptop when I'm getting changed if it's on.

That's not paranoid, that's just being smart.

Personal identifying information on the internet. None of you are ever learning shit about me.

But what if we already know?

However on a serious note, I like to maintain a certain level of discretion to the posting of information as well.

 

[RedSavage]

My biggest and most serious paranoia is that I will eventually grow insane or consumed by dark, obsessive thoughts. To be clear first and foremost--I consider a paranoia to be an irrational fear. In other words, I recognize the ridiculousness of these feelings and worries.

So back to it. Going insane. Every now and then I have my moments. Moments spent gasping in hot-steaming water shooting from the shower, huddled in the bottom of the tub, almost torn apart by every crushing thought and feeling ever felt. Like a release. But on the other hand, I feel like my mind is stretched over a thousand square miles--too thin and all at once. I try to think the entire concept of the world and universe and I have to sit back and think--

Christ man, you're just 21. Slow down. Enjoy the moment. Don't try to think EVERYTHING in a bite sized bit (that you probably thought wrong anyways).

But then I think--man. You've got lots of things you're trying to figure out and no end in sight. This is just the way of life--but then the paranoia sets in. What if I never figure things out? What if I keep on keeping on trying to understand all that I can't even begin to comprehend until I think myself into a hole that I can't escape mentally because of general dementia, old age, too much drugs, or any other number of random catalysts.

So basically it's a ridiculous paranoia. No history of dementia or schizos in the family. And also drug intake has completely dropped from the immediately mind jarring substances.

But in my lower moments, when depressed or feeling like utter shit, my mind racing over all the problems real and imagined, and all the wild impulses that I want to take out on all the frustrated feelings, I begin to feel really, really crazy and can only wonder how these feelings will progress over the next 10, 15, 20 plus odd years.

But I take a breath and then have to tell myself--you're not going crazy. Things are just hard and you're looking to cope. Blaming insanity is far too easy. Man up a bit and take things from a rational angle.


...But then a small voice whispers, "Isn't that what all the crazy people think?

 

[Khaki]

My biggest and most serious paranoia is that I will eventually grow insane or consumed by dark, obsessive thoughts. To be clear first and foremost--I consider a paranoia to be an irrational fear. In other words, I recognize the ridiculousness of these feelings and worries.

So back to it. Going insane. Every now and then I have my moments. Moments spent gasping in hot-steaming water shooting from the shower, huddled in the bottom of the tub, almost torn apart by every crushing thought and feeling ever felt. Like a release. But on the other hand, I feel like my mind is stretched over a thousand square miles--too thin and all at once. I try to think the entire concept of the world and universe and I have to sit back and think--

Christ man, you're just 21. Slow down. Enjoy the moment. Don't try to think EVERYTHING in a bite sized bit (that you probably thought wrong anyways).

But then I think--man. You've got lots of things you're trying to figure out and no end in sight. This is just the way of life--but then the paranoia sets in. What if I never figure things out? What if I keep on keeping on trying to understand all that I can't even begin to comprehend until I think myself into a hole that I can't escape mentally because of general dementia, old age, too much drugs, or any other number of random catalysts.

So basically it's a ridiculous paranoia. No history of dementia or schizos in the family. And also drug intake has completely dropped from the immediately mind jarring substances.

But in my lower moments, when depressed or feeling like utter shit, my mind racing over all the problems real and imagined, and all the wild impulses that I want to take out on all the frustrated feelings, I begin to feel really, really crazy and can only wonder how these feelings will progress over the next 10, 15, 20 plus odd years.

But I take a breath and then have to tell myself--you're not going crazy. Things are just hard and you're looking to cope. Blaming insanity is far too easy. Man up a bit and take things from a rational angle.


...But then a small voice whispers, "Isn't that what all the crazy people think?

This is a rational fear, nothing crazy about it at all.

Does this usually happen when you're tired?

 

[Neon Poi]

...But then a small voice whispers, "Isn't that what all the crazy people think?

Great post, I can relate to a lot of that.

 

[Dreaming]

Gosh, so many things...

Whenever something unusual happens I just assume that the worst will happen. Like, if there's an unusual noise, I'll expect some ghost to jump out with a knife and kill me right there. I'd guess and say this is why I go all crazy if I leave the house... Something more irrational? I always get this feeling that anyone who can see me can hear what I'm thinking, and they just sit there and judge all of it. Fucking cunts

There's this gap at the top of my drapes where they hang from the frame and I'll usually hang a blanket to cover it, because fuck it I don't care if my bedroom is upstairs, someone might look through that gap and watch me. Actually I always assume that there's hidden cameras all over the place which is even stupider, like I've never even considered how they get there or who puts them there, I just assume that they're there and spend way too much time looking for them

I like to cook my own food because I'm always afraid that someone will do things if I ever leave the kitchen, which is weird because I'll happily eat restaurant food. This... this is probably a trust issue with my family

I just assume that everyone is judging everything I do and staring at me, which I guess is the worst one I can think of right now. Which is even weirder because I feel more at ease in huge crowds at malls and places like that, because why the fuck would anyone stare at me there? This is probably why I've been stuck in the same nightmare situation for four years now, because I can't talk to anyone about anything, I just assume that they'll judge how much of a pathetic failure I am and they're just too nice to say it to my face

 

[KnightmareFenrirson]

I live in the middle of nowhere and I NEED to lock my car doors, even if I just step 5 feet from my car. I cannot leave the windows down either, no matter how hot it gets, for fear of someone sticking something in my car. Sometimes I do a walk-around to see if anyone has been touching my car. It's completely irrational behavior, and I know it, but I still do it

 

[Khaki]

I occasionally get that daunting feeling like I'm being watched.

Being out in the bush is also good for doing that, leaving you scanning the surrounding terrain for folks concealed in the enviroment.

And I'm not a big fan of cameras.

 

[Alexxx-Returns]

When I was a bit younger, I was ridiculously paranoid that someone had bugged my bedroom and bathroom, and the footage of everything I did was being uploaded to the internet.

This got so bad I ended up pulling apart some of the walls to prove to myself that there were no cameras in there.

 

[benignBiotic]

I get a little paranoid at work sometimes. There's a lot of politics in management so I never know if someone is trying to get me laid off or what.