People always call me a "worry wart" or "praning/paranoid"
And by definition ...Paranoia is a thought process believed to be heavily influenced by anxiety or fear, often to the point of irrationality and delusion.
When in a middle of a conversation through text message or call.. it cuts off and the person could not be contacted anymore.... I would try to text and text and call and call that person and even try to get the exact location of that person because I need to see for myself if the person or friend is okay....
Reason behind?
September 29,2006 I was suppose to meet my "ex-bestfriend" for a coffee time in smallville ...I was still taking my nursing course in IDC back then...Our meeting place was in Mcdonalds west ave. I also called up my other bestfriend because we're just buildings apart from her school so we waited for her there... it was her lunch break so she just accompanied me till "ex-bestfriend" arrives....
I called her up..she said she'd be there in 15 mins.. we just kept on texting and to a point that I called and bitch at her because Jes is about to attend class and I'm gonna be left alone... she told me.."yeah2... I'm rushing already I just need to pick up some things at home ..She's never late that's why we clicked in the first place because of being time conscious....but she was 3 hours late already... After millions of text messages .. Jes really needed to attend class and she's late already...(not that she's always punctual^^) I tried calling her again ... she answered but I could not hear a thing,... it's like saying hello then the line cuts out... I got mad at her and just went home...But still paranoid..what happened to her? can't sleep that night... kept on thinking if she's okay.. because I have this odd gift of worrying too much that I would know if somethings really up.... On that night as well...I was supposed to relieve my cousins place in taking care of our bedridden grandfather because we had to take rotations...But since I was so tired.. I just wanted to sleep the tiring and worrying day I had...
After 2 days... Our close friend wendy calls me up and saying... "ex-bestfriend" got into an accident.. the time of our plotted meeting time... she was shoved at the side walks of the street where she lived by guess what... a tricycle! As humiliating as it may sound ... she still got into an accident so I rushed In mission hospital to visit her...
When I entered the room ... It was a ladies ward...(eeeek!) she was at the window side of the bar... lying down...her hair drenched with dried blood ...she smells like blood and she looks awful... But still it's my best friend .... even if she exerts flatus It's fine since were best friends...
That night as well... my mom called me up crying... "you need to go home right this minute! your grandfather is at the peak of his death!" Oh shit! my best friends alone... my grandfathers time is running out... what a dilemma...I loved my friends more than my self and family.... but on that night I chose being with my family because the instinct..gut feeling pushed through.. I needed to see my grandfather..my best friend is okay now so I called wendy up to take my place so I could see my grandfather..I arrived at home 10:30pm everybody's crying... the priest was there already... giving he anointing of the sick ceremony ... 12:01am of October 2,2006 I lost my grandfather to lung CA....
You see...I have learned to rely and trust in my instincts... everything needs practice and in my case I mastered being paranoid in a good way... not all the time it's accurate ..but trusting ones intellectual suggestions can aid in ones problem as well..^^ that's why we have the power of suggestion...
And by definition ...Paranoia is a thought process believed to be heavily influenced by anxiety or fear, often to the point of irrationality and delusion.
When in a middle of a conversation through text message or call.. it cuts off and the person could not be contacted anymore.... I would try to text and text and call and call that person and even try to get the exact location of that person because I need to see for myself if the person or friend is okay....Reason behind?
September 29,2006 I was suppose to meet my "ex-bestfriend" for a coffee time in smallville ...I was still taking my nursing course in IDC back then...Our meeting place was in Mcdonalds west ave. I also called up my other bestfriend because we're just buildings apart from her school so we waited for her there... it was her lunch break so she just accompanied me till "ex-bestfriend" arrives....
I called her up..she said she'd be there in 15 mins.. we just kept on texting and to a point that I called and bitch at her because Jes is about to attend class and I'm gonna be left alone... she told me.."yeah2... I'm rushing already I just need to pick up some things at home ..She's never late that's why we clicked in the first place because of being time conscious....but she was 3 hours late already... After millions of text messages .. Jes really needed to attend class and she's late already...(not that she's always punctual^^) I tried calling her again ... she answered but I could not hear a thing,... it's like saying hello then the line cuts out... I got mad at her and just went home...But still paranoid..what happened to her? can't sleep that night... kept on thinking if she's okay.. because I have this odd gift of worrying too much that I would know if somethings really up.... On that night as well...I was supposed to relieve my cousins place in taking care of our bedridden grandfather because we had to take rotations...But since I was so tired.. I just wanted to sleep the tiring and worrying day I had...
After 2 days... Our close friend wendy calls me up and saying... "ex-bestfriend" got into an accident.. the time of our plotted meeting time... she was shoved at the side walks of the street where she lived by guess what... a tricycle! As humiliating as it may sound ... she still got into an accident so I rushed In mission hospital to visit her...
When I entered the room ... It was a ladies ward...(eeeek!) she was at the window side of the bar... lying down...her hair drenched with dried blood ...she smells like blood and she looks awful... But still it's my best friend .... even if she exerts flatus It's fine since were best friends...
That night as well... my mom called me up crying... "you need to go home right this minute! your grandfather is at the peak of his death!" Oh shit! my best friends alone... my grandfathers time is running out... what a dilemma...I loved my friends more than my self and family.... but on that night I chose being with my family because the instinct..gut feeling pushed through.. I needed to see my grandfather..my best friend is okay now so I called wendy up to take my place so I could see my grandfather..I arrived at home 10:30pm everybody's crying... the priest was there already... giving he anointing of the sick ceremony ... 12:01am of October 2,2006 I lost my grandfather to lung CA....
You see...I have learned to rely and trust in my instincts... everything needs practice and in my case I mastered being paranoid in a good way... not all the time it's accurate ..but trusting ones intellectual suggestions can aid in ones problem as well..^^ that's why we have the power of suggestion...
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