So, life is really going quite well, too well. I always worry when things go well. It's like that arc in the middle of a movie during which the drug addict gets hit by a bus just after getting clean and falling in love. Granted, I'm not a junkie and I doubt I'll get hit by a bus, but I worry that all this good stuff will crumble like house of cards. It's like, best case, all the good stuff goes away and things go back to the way they were. Worst case, I die or something. These are things I ponder of late. It's ridiculous, but I can't help but wait to get proverbially ganked. I really don't want anything bad to happen, but every prior experience tells me it will. Of course, the tinier voice in my head cries, "Bullshit, if you wait for bad things to happen, they surely will. So, shut up and have fun." I guess I just have a hard time trusting... anything. Hell, I barely trust myself sometimes.
Baby, there's somethin' wrong with me that I can't see...
Posted by Mike at September 11, 2005 12:29 AM