greenstorm | The More Things Change...

So I'm a little bit crazy. I get little obsessive/paranoid flashes about people I love sometimes, and convince myself that I'm going to lose them. Classically this has taken the form of being afraid that my sig others actually don't like me and are in some sort of a conspiracy to date me anyhow for some reason. Last night, I was worried that I'd get home and my girlies would be dead. (At least we're moving from totally unlikely to 'hey, that happened before). These things don't usually last long, but I decided to indulge it last night and set the cat up and just coome home for the night.

As a consequence, I slept in my own bed. There's something good for the soul in that.

For some reason, when I've been sleeping away from home, the idea of going home is always frightening and bad. I tend to think I'll be lonely here, or something... there's an innate push against the idea. When I do get here, I'm always happy, never the lonely I expect to be. I guess the set of expectations make sense, given that a lot of my life has associated home with loneliness and discomfort and unpredictability, but really that isn't the case anymore.

I think that's about all the crazy I carry around with me now, though. Look, I'm working towards normal human levels!