When you think someone is talking about you.... in a shop maybe. You think you are being paranoid. But as you draw closer, you find they are indeed talking about you. I wonder if its the old old story..... maybe they are "jealous". Of what? It doesn't matter. And, their jobs are very boring.

Life just stinks sometimes. My father did not like people, and I am starting to understand what he meant, so many disappointments, betrayals, and just plain nastiness. It really does get sickening after a while