I'm not paranoid...

'Oh my god!!, they're trying to kill us!!' I screamed apropos of nothing. I had been asleep seconds before and awoke to the sound of my own panicked voice. I switched on the light.

Kitler, who was at my side, woke up , too, and looked at me with that familiar wearied expression I've come to know and love.

Managing to regain my composure a little, I picked up the print out of Connecting the Deadly Dots from the floor and resumed reading. Kitler got up and went for something to eat. I could hear her tipping out the food onto the floor as usual. Sweet normality.

Having done a lot of background reading, I'm now convinced that we're under a concerted chemical attack designed to kill most of us before our time. Despite this belief, most days I manage to keep my nerve. Occasionally, though, I get hit by the implications of everything I've been reading in one intense burst of existential insecurity. This time it happened as I slept.

Listening to myself explain these things to friends, I can understand why they might think I'm a little paranoid. Such conversations always put me in mind of Yossarian, from the WW2 novel Catch-22, who also believed 'they' were out to get him:

“They’re trying to kill me,” Yossarian told him calmly.
“No one’s trying to kill you,” Clevinger cried.
“Then why are they shooting at me?” Yossarian asked.
“They’re shooting at everyone,” Clevinger answered. “They’re trying to kill everyone.”
“And what difference does that make?”


Solutions # 26: Avoid vaccinations...