Grrrrr!

Why did this have to happen? I was enjoying reading, then there was a knock on the door. Some really big, creepy guy was there talking really fast - so fast I couldn't understand most of what he was saying.

Either he was trying to sell something... or maybe he was a "bad guy" who was trying to get me to open the (locked) storm door (there have been 'push in' burglaries in the area lately)... he was trying to hand me something. I told him I wasn't opening the door and he got pissed off, and I got really scared... then he left.

But now I'm here, alone for at least the next 2 hours till DH comes home. Maybe this guy was harmless, but now I'm terrified whether he was harmless or not. I've been jumping at every tiny noise.

Maybe my reaction was ridiculous... but now I am consumed by anxiety and panic instead of enjoying the time I have to myself. And I'm afraid to take a Xanax to calm myself down from this panic because what if I NEED the adrenaline to defend myself if this guy comes back and somehow breaks in?

Why would this guy try to break in here? There is no real reason. I should calm down. Instead, I'm fighting the panic-driven-urge to look over my shoulder at the window which is open a tiny bit to get some fresh air in here to make sure nobody's face is in that window... watching me.

UGH!!!