Weak coffee and memories of love lost

As I sip my weak coffee I am filled with memories of love lost. I am also reminded that I need to stop at the pharmacy tonight to get some shaving supplies. But now my mind slips back into the state of intense fear of being watched. Paranoid? Of course.

I think as I grow older I engage in less and less eye contact with strangers as I mill about on a daily basis. To make matters worse I grow more and more aware of what I am doing, which increases my level of paranoia and overall anxiety. Are there pills for this?

Boy, have I veered off topic. I apologize.