I believe there are degrees of paranoia. And I suspect we all have a little. It is part of being alive, and it is part of the survival instinct.
For example, watch a flock of birds gathered around a feeder, or walking on the beach. If you stand perfectly still, they will ignore you and feed busily. But the moment you make a sudden movement and they all fly off together instantly. They flee, from nothing, just a sudden movement In an excess of caution, away they go.
Perhaps we have that sense too. An excess of caution that helps preserve the species... humankind. We are aware of certain slight signals that our senses perceive as POSSIBLE danger.
What I am getting at with this rambling speculation is this: I am suddenly aware of the sounds of BLOWERS. Since my move to a new room, sounds that I had grown accustomed to in my old room, are new and acute and impinge upon my awareness. And I am aware I am surrounded by blowers, all whining, and threatening me, somewhat. But unlike the birds, I cannot flee.
The refrigerator clicks on with an audible POP and the blower whines, for exactly seven minutes... every half hour. Whines seven minutes and rests twenty-three. I rise, and turn on my computer and the blower starts and stays on all day, until I turn it off at night.
I go to the bathroom and when I turn on the light a blower starts. The heater/air-conditioner blowers is on. In the dining room the ice-maker howls while we eat. I have had to flee that one a couple of times, like a frightened bird. No doubt your kitchen has a blower over the stove.
We are obsessed with moving air around... to cool or to heat or to freshen. Our cars have a blower to cool the engine and another to warm the passengers.
And suddenly I have become aware of all these blowers. I know they are not out to GET ME, but I feel like I should flee. To where?
I know I am crazy...but, fortunately, just a little bit. Perhaps we all are.