The Lurker

Some days I'm pretty sure that someone's following me.  Not the Harpies, they're always following me, but someone more ominous, more threatening.  I'll admit, I look over my shoulder, a lot, just to make sure, but even when I look 

I'm not convinced that I don't see something lurking. 

I don't usually backtrack, or take 3 unnecessary buses.  Usually.  But sometimes it's hard not to act on the delusions.  It's difficult to convince myself that these things aren't real; i.e. I've never actually found someone following me, I've never been caught or hurt by said follower, but it still feels real. 

These days I try to work under the pressure, and it's ridiculous.  I stand at the Customer Service Booth looking back every 5 seconds, seeing shadows fluttering just out of view.  If people ask I tell them I'm keeping an eye on my cashiers, in lieu of having eyes in the back of my head.  Being delusional would be a lot better if I really did have eyes in the back of my head...

-E