Lately, I have come to realize that in name of retrospection and introspection, we become paranoid. It’s addictive. It’s contagious. A sign of sadomasochism there?

But how does it begin? 

Why do we start questioning everything?

Why do we try to find hidden meaning behind all the words? 

And all sorts of illusions and delusions that follow.

Often, after a bout of paranoia has subsided and the positivism resurfaces, something tells me that I may have been wrong. Maybe things are indeed the way they seem to be. Maybe the person is just stating a straight fact and has no intention to offend you.

I fear a day would come, when my subconscious fails and the negative thoughts dominate. How would that be?