Paranoia

My paranoia seems to have subsided considerably. I'm not entirely convinced yet that the white people are *not* out to get me but something does feel different. People are making eye contact. Yesterday a woman was mugged and the police stopped me just to ask if I saw the guy who did it. Then they took off in hot pursuit- of someone that was not me. No one has called me "bro" for at least a week. I'm not being followed when I go shopping in upscale stores. When I'm in low-scale stores, people don't ask me if I work there. I've even been asked my opinion on non-black related things. No one has offered me watermelon and I've been to at least three barbecues lately. At one of them friends and I were talking about cooking and someone actually asked me if I knew hot to make manocotti, not collard greens, sweet potato pie, short ribs or pigs feet, but manocotti. Surreal. It seems like people are opening doors for me. Oh and actually was able to hail a cab...a CAB!

Plus, that strange clicking noise isn't on my phone anymore. I wonder if this means I can go back to drinking the water?