Somewhere down the line I’ve acquired an unreasonable fear of getting sick. It might have something to do with the current employment situation we’re all in (I really don’t feel like I can miss work) and my general distaste for being uncomfortable (duh), but I feel I have taken it to the next level.
It’s Halloween weekend and I’ve been feeling sort of bad for the past couple of days. Instead of having a fun time with my friends, I’ve stayed home - and even woke up at 5:30 this morning (with no alarm, mind you) to start taking medicine and eating soup. A few hours later when Mom woke up we made some tea and talked about our mildly OCD hand washing rituals and feeling icky when we’re out in public.
Then my dad walked through the living room in his bathrobe with his “22 (I had no idea we even had a gun in the house - or I’d be stressed about that too) to go shoot at squirrels.
I’d usually object to violence against harmless little creatures, but I don’t worry - he always misses.
October 31, 2009, 11:33am Comments
