I have had a few consistent thoughts nearly all my life.
The main one being that I will die from mercury poisoning. I blame this on my Alice In Wonderland fixation at an early age. Actually I think about death a lot. I doubt there is any logical way I could die from mercury poisoning. A)I've never had any cavities and B)Who dies of mercury poisoning?
Does anyone else have fucked up thoughts like this? If so, please share.
Also. It annoys me when every person that walks into this office has to comment about something. It's cold, it's hot, something smells weird...blah blah. Walk into a room, state your business and get the hell out.
I was just having this conversation with a friend of mine! I have always been convinced I'm going to die a tremendously embarrassing death. After everything I've been through and everything I ever thought or said that I personally felt MEANT anything, I have this awful feeling that one night I'm going to crash into a cow on the road and die. I don't know why it's a cow, but I've just ALWAYS thought that. Totally ridiculous and weird. Yours is at least kind of romantic! Not a freaking... bovine explosion.
ReplyDeleteWow, what a question. Fillings fail to fill me (sic) with the terror they once did.
ReplyDeleteBeing a fantasist, I have always dreamed of a world where something disaterous happens that changes the world (like a country getting nuked ala Jerhico or a Zompocolypse) and relives my burden at the same time - thus leaving me free to live my life in different ways other than the rut I am in here.
The realist in me though screams if such an event was to happen - I would be the first to die. Being patient-zero for a biological agent OR just walking around the park when someone detonates a bomb.
I hate my realist. He is no fun!