Paranoia

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    On occasion (believe it or not) the old noggin goes on blank mode.
    Do I want to write about the same old happenings? The agony of defeat when I don't present correctly-or the thrill of victory when I do?
    NO! How about some good old fashioned paranoia. As Crosby, Still's and Nash would say "it's like looking in your mirror and seeing a police car."
    Paranoia comes in different doses of course. Last night I was certain I looked just as I wanted to! Boots and Jeans. Nice soft mid waist low cut sweater and a whole bunch of red curls. God I thought I looked great!
    Then reality crept in. Almost the same look in the same crowded sports bar and BAM-I get busted.
    Hey, it didn't happen last night. I guess the police car wasn't really in the mirror! I was safe warm and happy!
    A totally different paranoia struck me down at work today when a couple fellow working peeps started talking about a guy with eye makeup.
    The police car was in the mirror and I quickly headed to the restroom to see if it was me.
    It wasn't and the police car turned to chase someone else.
    I know what you are thinking. Come on out girl! Grow a pair (or lose them).
    When you feel soooo good as a girl-why not do it full time?
    Can you teach an old dog a new gender?
    We all know you can and I might.
    In the meantime, life goes on a step at a time, in work shoes or high heeled boots.
    Wow. If I did go full time, how long would I see that police car?