Paranoia

I think this whole thing with the door-to-door salespeople who were selling the cleaning supplies has made me paranoid. This, of course, all occured back in October/November I believe. One came to my door before I knew of what was going on and I was very nice to the gentleman, letting him speak his piece and show me how the cleaner worked. I knew I wasn't going to buy any but I guess I was trying to be "polite." Is that wrong?

Come to find out later that these salespeople are supposedly actually selling these items but they are trying to "case" houses. Some are even so persistent that they are pushing their way into people's homes or even arguing with people because they won't buy their cleaner. Luckily the "first" guy that came to my door was not pushing to come into my house or upset at me for saying no. However, me, the idiot that I am, was standing in the doorway with Landon in my arms and the door wide open. For some reason all the paranoia I have still doesn't stop me from believing that people are genuinely good and they aren't going to do bad things.

So after this first guy showed up was when I heard about all this stuff about them casing houses. So now I am paranoid even more than usual. Of course a week after this guy showed up, ANOTHER guy shows up trying to sell me the same damn thing (hmm...why are you both in this neighborhood selling the same product a week apart). I opened the door just a crack and told him somebody had already been by and no thank you. He said oh sorry about that and just turned around and walked away.

Eventually the news did a story on them, talked to one of the salespeople and pointed out that the lady said the company was based in Chicago but the number on the bottle goes to Florida. As far as I know, nobody has seen them around since but after the second guy showed up we got an alarm to try to ensure a little more safety.

Now that brings me back to my paranoia kicking in. This afternoon a young lady who said she was a student, came to my door trying to sell me some books that contained bible stories that you would find in a doctor's office, is what she said. She engaged me in conversation but I respectfully declined and then she asked if she could use the bathroom. I myself am always paranoid that I will be in a situation where I will have to use the bathroom but will not be around bathrooms or near bathroom. So I, of course, said yes and let her use the bathroom but now I'm all paranoid that she was "casing" my house or doing something bad to me. It's almost absurd to me tat I am thinking that but I honestly am paranoid now about letting her in.