Target

I may be imaging things, I may be paranoid, I may be blowing things totally out of proportion, but over the last week after observing some things about my surroundings and certain variables that have suddenly become present in my life, I'm 99.9% certain that I...how to put this...let's just say I quite possibly have a target on my back.  I may be totally imagining things, but I keep seeing things day after day that only affirm my suspicions.  If this is all true, then I could be in very serious trouble.  Hopefully I'm wrong and my anxiety disorder is just getting the best of me and I'm imagining shit.

As for Palm Springs boy, I've decided on  what to do.  And that is:  nothing.  Sometimes the best course of action is to stay still and wait and take no action and let things play out themselves.  And I feel that's exactly what this situation requires.  I'm not going to chase after him to try and help him, I'm not going to wire him money, I'm not going to post ads on Craigslist for him, I'm not going to help him until he's ready for help and is at that level of desperation where you'll take help in any way you can get it and you're grateful for it, not help with conditions attached or stipulations or certain standards of what kind of assistance you think you should get.  So for now, he can figure it out for himself.  I'm re-shifting the focus back on to myself and I'll hear from him when I hear from him.