Novel Paranoia

My mom just got back from BYU Women's Conference and stopped here for a night on her way home. While she was out west she picked up a novel for my sister. I recognized the author and tried to think of what other books she'd written. Then it dawned on me: I recognized the name because I personally know the author. She was in the BYU singles ward where Janson and I met.

So now I'm reading a book written by a girl from my old ward. I've only read a dozen or so pages, but I've already gained an eery paranoia. Some of the characters seem very similar to people from that ward. Perhaps it's a coincidence. I have a feeling that I'll stumble upon even more "coincidences" as the novel progresses. My paranoia is that she's going to write about me. My sister has diagnosed this as a paranoia and not a legitimate concern because I don't remember holding a conversation with this girl. I was only in the ward for eight months so I probably entered and left her world without making a dent. Yet I have this narcissistic concern that somewhere in this book she publicly humiliates me. This is driving me to finish the book and rid myself of the fear.

Leaving this self-centered train of thought, the finding of this book has opened my eyes. I read her bio and saw her picture and thought, "Wow, we're really all growing up." People my age are really starting to go places and do things. I've been watching this slowly happen lately, especially with old high school buddies. Oddly enough, I seem pretty satisfied to watch others climb the ladder into the spotlight of fame while I contently sit at home with my two babes.