I had a long flight home tonight. There was a guy in the row in front of me who I think was just drunk but for all I know he may have been high. He was loud, was swearing a ton (like every other word), looking back and leering at me between the seats, rude to the flight attendants, and just plain ol' weird/obnoxious/not in his right mind.
We waited a long time to take off and at some point I fell asleep. When we got to an altitude where they turned off the seatbelt sign, I woke up just as he had passed me on his way to the bathroom (I was on the aisle). You know how sometimes when you sleep sitting up your mouth is open? Well, I CANNOT stop obsessing and worrying that mine was, and that he did something when he walked by. . .like put something in my mouth and I inhaled it. Or dropped some sort of liquid in there (drugs). I know it sounds ridiculous, but that's the "fun" of OCD, right? It makes us worry about things other people never would and things that are irrational.
Ugh, I just needed to put this in writing to hopefully help myself 'get over' it.
Thanks for listening