I have an affinity to be melodramatic. My imagination always, ALWAYS goes haywire with little things like missing a stair step that I end up falling down and hitting my head on the sharp edge of the piano leg that’s right at the end of the stairs at home. And what would happen afterwards, and so on. The list is goes on that contain lots of worst-scenario mishaps I might encounter. This also includes wrong-doings that might happen to my hubby or my daughter, but mostly mainly me.
I’m always afraid of death. I’m sure I’m not the only one. It’s not really the death itself that scares me the most. It’s leaving the ones behind. What happens when I’ve passed on. How will they cope when I’m gone. Also the things I’ve done on the Internet will still be somewhat active still, yet the “star” is not there. It’s almost to the point that I want to make a living will.
I know I’m being weird. I don’t think I’ll die anytime soon, but there’s always the thought. You’ll never really know, huh?
I’m also afraid of losing hubby. I don’t show it much, but in the back of my mind, I’m screaming and pulling my hair out due to worry for my husband. He’s been really lucky, or shall I say blessed, in life. He’s had so many life-threatening accidents happen and he comes out unscathed. But how long will it last?
I guess I’m just scared in total of the uncertainty of life. I see all these murders and deaths happen in the news lately, it’s almost become a “household” theme. Like this man, for example, who stabbed his wife to death because she wouldn’t sleep in the bedroom. I mean, c’mon! It’s just so totally bogus to have something happen like that just because of a minute matter.
I have an affinity to be melodramatic. Now you know why.