Like the Truman show, sometimes I feel like every move I make is counter-acted by life. I try to cross a road, suddenly there’s a rush of cars. I head for a gap, suddenly several people see something they like near the gap and fill it. I think of something interesting to say, and a very loud bus goes by and drowns me out. There’s one other person in a shoping aisle, I am heading for the butter section, guess where that other person is.
Ever get the feeling you’re the subject of a big brother style show about your life?
Shhh! Don’t anyone tell him!
No, I don’t think I am that important.
Can you move your head just a little? Good, good. Maybe…oooh, don’t look directly into the camera…THAT’S IT! Now, smile…
That’s just standard narcissistic paranoia. Everyone has that. Most outgrow it by their 30’s. Well, some do, anyway.
Sorry, Lobsang, but you’ve just been voted off the show… 
Boy oh boy! I just checked my local listings for The Lobsang Show tomorrow and I can’t wait to watch it!! I wonder how he’s going to deal with the midget in the sidecar of the motorcycle, the one that’s filled with whip cream! 
Ha, I think this is mostly the humans desire to find patterns in things. We don’t notice how often things go ok, but notice all the times things happen in conjunction with other things.
Personally I find myself thinking this all the time. I mention something about my roommate not paying rent because he is a lazy fuck, and suddenly I come home and my dishes are done and my floor is vaccumed. Odd. Or at work we are dead for hours, and as soon as I warm up my meal, bam- we get swamped and my food gets cold. Seems to happen all the time. The traffic thing bugs me too. As I drive down a long road, I see only an occasional car drive by on an intersection I am approaching, but as soon as I get there, there is a huge surge of traffic, making me wait and upwards of 5 minutes. This seems to happen to me often.
I think it is the pattern searching desire in us. There might be other reasons, but I wouldn’t say I am particularly paranoid.
I however, am important. That’s exactly the point of my OP, that I am terribly important and everyone’s job is as cast members in my life. :rolleyes:
Wasn’t the word “solipsism” invented to describe this feeling? From the Latin “solus ipse” which means only I (exist).
Ha, your post flows nicely into your sig. 
It’s not a feeling that only I exist, it’s a feeling that everyone else exists to make my life a misery.
Right, and I was just doing my job. 
From someone named after a fictional monk and sharing a name with the Dalai Lama’s deceased brother, this sentiment comes as a surprise.
I think that the wind is out to get me. Not weather, not nature or god or anything, just the wind.
Everytime I ride my bike the wind in blowing into my face, usually fiercely, slowing me down and pissing me off. When I go to school at 10 the wind will be coming from the northwest, which is the direction I’m headed. At four when I come home, the wind is blowing from the southeast. Oddly though, on Saturdays and Sundays when I work at 4 PM, the wind is always blowing from the northwest, then when I go home at midnight it has shifted and it is again blowing from the southeast.
And I do notice when the wind is blowing from behind me (so I’m not just being a pessimist), and then I ride the wind like a cowgirl, but the wind will be at my back about 10% of the time. Seriously. I have a journal documenting this. Okay, that’s a lie, but I’ve considered documenting it, except that that would make me truly crazy. Not just sorta crazy because I actually believe that the wind is out to make my life hell.
So I can relate to you, Lobsang. Perhaps the world is out to persecute you. But not the wind. That’s mine.
ZJ
You mean he’s not a lobster who used to sing in Lojban? 
Lucky you. I’m the bit character in somebody else’s show.
Lobsang, I understand exactly what you mean.
Recently I myself have been wondering if there is some sign on my forehead, visible to everyone but me, that says “Give this person the worst possible customer service, and generally get in her way.”
I guess life goes like that sometimes. Hopefully it will get better soon, eh?
If I don’t get paid for being an extra, I’m calling SAG! Bastards!:mad:
I long ago came to terms with the idea that I’m just a minor character in a huge, long-running soap opera.
Slartibartfast: Oh, no. That’s just perfectly normal paranoia. Everyone in the universe has that.
I wonder if it’s just a symptom of the world today, but I think everybody at least considers the possibility that his life is a TV show these days. My best friend told me recently that when she was a kid, she was absolutely sure that people were watching her family because she watched other families on television. She’d try and entertain the audience even when she was by herself. Now she’s an actress, so I doubt anyone she tells this story will find it odd. So basically, Lobsang, maybe you’re right. Just don’t get cancelled.