Saturday, October 23, 2004
Spy cams are the devil
I don't know if I've just been watching too much Maury Povich or what, but for the past couple of months I've had this irrational fear that everywhere I go there are hidden cameras spying on me. Especially in public bathrooms and even my own bathrooms. Yes, I realize how crazy it sounds, so that means I'm not crazy. I have no idea where this is coming from and it's weird. It's just one of those unwarranted phobias that perfectly normal people have, I guess. It's not like I think the CIA is out to get me or anything, I'm just freaked out about perverts with their little modern devices. I think it might have something to do with my landlady. See, her nephew got out of jail (drug charges) a couple months ago and he's been staying with her. Then recently his girlfriend and daughter moved in there too. His little drug friends are always over there and who knows who else. The thing that bothers me is that there is a key to my house somewhere in that house. It's not that I'm an untrusting person but... oh wait, yes I am. I trust no one. I know there's a lot of good people out there, but I've been screwed by a lot of people that I thought I could trust (what can I say? I'm a sap.) so I'm kind of weary of everyone... especially people who were in jail. It might be different if he was in jail for a couple weeks for a bag of weed or something, but he was in actual prison... like, for years. Prison is supposed to rehabilitate a person, but I think in most cases (unless it's like, a 20 year sentence or more) it just makes a person bitter. I've known a lot of people (well, not a lot, but you know, some) that were in jail and they all came out and went right back to doing what they were doing that caused them to go to jail in the first place. I still liked them as people, but I wouldn't turn my back if I could help it. Not that I'm saying that's how everyone is, just the people I've known. I understand that people do change. I just wouldn't count on it. Anyway, I'm way off track. Back to my point about the cameras. Oddly enough, I'm not worried about dressing rooms (maybe because I never try anything on) or people looking up my skirt or anything like that. Just the bathrooms. Even in the shower. How weird is that?! Who sneaks into someone's house and bugs the bathroom? People poop in bathrooms. Yuck. What kind of weirdo fecalpheliac wants to see that? Then again, what kind of weirdo imagines that there's a weirdo fecalpheliac that wants to see it? Well, at least this is more realistic than the guy I knew who was afraid of marshmallows.
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