I had this great big post planned discussing my paranoid delusions cautious personality. I could go into detail, but I’d rather advertise my insanity.
No, instead I’m going to just blather about nothing in particular to get my mind off of what I think should be happening. Isn’t that the truly horrible part about being human? We have expectations and when they aren’t met when we think they should be met, we start worrying, fretting, freaking out…or is that just me?
I admit it, I’m a worst-case scenario girl. I always have been. I remember being in 3rd grade and thinking “What would happen if the building collapsed? Would Duran Duran come save me?”…I never said I didn’t dream big. As I got older, those scenarios became more and more personal and bigger and bigger. I don’t know why I do this, but it does help when writing. I mean, when I’m writing, I think…’What could make this whole situation worse than it already is?’ and BINGO, I have it. Let’s throw some torture in there. Yeah! And how about a little insanity!
I think it’s my mom’s fault. Everything I do is her fault. Growing up, every time we had a hurricane, it was coming right for us. And they always have a mind of their own. It isn’t just nature taking its course, it’s personal. That hurricane is coming to get US. If any of you tell my mother this, you’re so going to get it.
So here I am, trying not to think about it. (BTW, that isn’t working…avoidance is not a good thing for me.) I’m going to try to think good thoughts (which won’t work either). *taps her fingers* Okay, none of that is working for me. ARGH!