As always, when I write a strip with the narrative “I,” I feel like I have to mention that the strip is not autobiographical.  It’s just a speaking voice.  The narrator is one character.

This is one of those clips which imposed some rigid limitations on the writing.  First and foremost I had to make it make sense that these two figures would hold this pose and those expressions through three frames.  The narrated abstraction thing suggested itself, and it got me thinking about paranoia.

Paranoia, like bullying, is thought of as a symptom of low self esteem.  But don’t you have to overestimate your own importance to believe that people would find it worth their time to plot against you?  I personally don’t think people give a shit about me.  I’m grateful when they take enough notice of my existence to not plow into me at a red light.