|Bastards. Paranoia. And other stuff...
||[Aug. 28th, 2006|11:41 am]
An example of Eric's paranoia: we're in a bar. Other people are talking. It's clearly about their own mundane stuff or gossip about their friends. Eric thinks it's about him. In code. I'm generally able to ease his anxiety some by getting him to talk about it. I'm one of the GOOD people in the CIA. LOL! He feels watched. One of his favorite movies is "The Truman Show" because he feels people know more than they tell him.
An example of MY paranoia: we were at the park. Eric wanted to teach me some of the Karate moves he remembered. On the other side of the field are some men playing football. Swaggering. Loud. In my mind I go directly to seeing them come over and ask Eric what he's doing. I see them being sarcastic and saying: Oh. You think you know Karate, huh?" And trying to intimidate Eric. Then I have to go berserker on their hick asses and either get myself killed or feel really weird about having to protect a man over six feet tall. He just doesn't get the whole intimidation thing. And that's a NICE thing about him. His mind never goes to hurting anyone and it would have to catch up if those guys took it there. He's compulsively... resolved to his ideals. I, on the other hand, am willing to gray the lines. I don't like lying. If my family is in danger, though, I will spin a yarn as wide as I need to. It wouldn't be the first thing I did, but I'd do it. Eric, however, cannot. Not only would he not be able to keep up with it. He'd see no need for it. I don't know. I could do without my own paranoia. Nothing ever happens...
I am also very upset that Idlewild is not playing ANYWHERE near here! Boo! I'll have to go to the theaters and demand it. Or wait for DVD. Sad.... I was so excited. See it twice for me!