Recently I have been feeling kinda odd about my surroundings. Almost like the winter hush has been pushed a bit past a point. It feels like people are staying silent and plotting maybe against me is happening. I wouldn’t call it paranoia but perhaps a wave of caution about those who I interact with. Probably cause of all the would be big changes that are supposed to be taking place. I’m not sure but I feel it in my bones.

Speaking of bones we are about to be hit hard by a winter storm. Tomorrow will be a very long day for me but I’m prepared. I unlike many have the advantages of working very close to home and I don’t drive. So really nothing to stop me short of the power going out but honestly that wouldn’t stop me so much as limit what needs to be done. I place my life very much like a chess piece and try to position myself as available as possible. Even today with all this technology still finding people available to work is a rarity. Kinda sad..

Also on a strange side note I have been having strange nightmares lately involving High School in Brooklyn and not knowing what classes I’m supposed to be going to. I guess going to that school was more traumatic than I remember. I know by comparison Tuxedo was a far easier place to navigate than Madison. I wake up from those nightmares in happy with my daughter and wife. Yet a odd feeling like I shouldn’t be in this place. I know I finished and all of that but I keep feeling like someone’s going to run in here and tell me I cheated or something strange like that. Suppose I should just count my lucky stars and be happy which really I am but it’s just those minor moments.

Can’t accept peace and can’t put my guard down about anything and maybe that’s the Brooklyn in me. Just always careful and staying sharp.

By Alexander Gonzalez

I have been writing observations for the past 10 years. Having lived a life in which I interact with on a daily basis over 100 people. I have some stories to tell.

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