Once again I’m being stalked by them. I am not sure what they want from me but they are always there, close behind.
Being followed stunts my spontaneity. I do not behave as I would if alone. So it’s true…the presence of one person affects the presence of another.
It’s the quantum in me that makes me behave differently when observed. I only exist if being watched yet I’m truly me only when alone.
To be or to be me, that is the question.