Three times in the last few weeks I’ve had someone (three different people) tell me that they were having a conversation about me with someone else. I have an initial impulse when this happens (that, so far, I have managed to quell) to ask, “Why the hell are you talking about me?”

I’m not comfortable with the knowledge that other people talk about me. Aside from the fact that there must be way more interesting topics it makes me paranoid. But I will probably never ask why the hell anyone would talk about me. I try not to ask questions that I don’t want to know the answers to. And it’s easier to dismiss my paranoia when it’s based on imaginary fears than if I really know….

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