Two Thoughts

In the past few days, I've come to a few realizations.

One: As a newly self-proclaimed 'writer', I think I'm going to have to write something that would make it possible to be publicly acknowledged as a writer...and might, you know, generate some actual income.

Two: I need to know whatever the name of the phobia is when you're paranoid that someone is trying to do something to you or your personal stuff when you're not around, or playing some kind of secret joke on you that everyone in the world is in on...and against you.
My reasoning is that this fear comes from either or both of two things. One is the fact that I'm the youngest of 5 children with a mother who felt that you just didn't need to know. About anything (as opposed to now when she feels the need to describe everything, from what she had to lunch and how her co-workers reacted to her meal and what she said to them and how she said it to them to her trip to the doctor and how she couldn't find parking and how she had to tell the doctor why she was late and who she saw on the street and how she had to avoid them in order to get to her doctor's appointment...). I always felt left out of the loop and that continued with my social life as I grew older (sheltered, naive and shy child syndrome). Every time I see a piece of stray lint on my washcloth or a cup of my coffee that I'm SURE has mysteriously rotated 45 degrees clockwise in Starbucks when I look away for two seconds, I'm convinced that someone has been doing something salacious with my property as some kind of practical joke. The other, of course is the influx of stupid reality shows where you can either see the actions of everyone in the show behind the backs of everyone else on the show or the ones that are intentionally setting people up for comedy and ratings like Disaster date or Girls Behaving Badly.
I just can't shake the feeling that someone is out to get me and expose my idiocy on National Television.

Yes, I have trust issues.