One of the lasting effects from the fire I have noticed, is that I’m a little paranoid about electronics. I was helping a friend hang Christmas lights this weekend, and the janky light timer we plugged them into has been getting my second glances all week. There’s nothing wrong with it, I’m sure. If it had been before The Fire, I wouldn’t have given it a second thought… but now I do. It’s gone so far, in fact, that I almost added a fire extinguisher to my wishlist. Every time I hear sirens in the distance, they’re always a house-fire to me. No more robberies, no more car accidents, just house-fires, all over the city.
Diligence, of course, is not a bad thing. Paranoia, however, is. Should I refuse to leave the house with anything still plugged in, that’s when you have permission to commit me.