Paranoia on the train

The other morning on the train into work I experienced what it was like to be a bit paranoid.

When drug-users speak about induced paranoia, I was always a bit skeptical because I've always been comfortable in my own skin.

However, when sat on the train in this particular circumstance, and without the use of any foreign substances, I started to notice people looking at me far more regularly than I'd ever noticed.

I checked to see if my flies were undone - Button-fly jeans. Safe.

I looked in a reflection to see if I had a six-inch bogey hanging from my nose. Nothing.

One bloke turned around and looked at me. He then noticeably shook his head and turned back around. What he was looking at exactly was beyond me; it could've been the conductor's lame efforts to get tickets sold through the train carriage before the next station, but it all compounded the fact that I felt watched.

Maybe I was paranoid, and maybe I just caught the MI5 train to Paddington and we're actually at the height of the second cold war.

/shrugs.