Lately I feel like I haven't had much new to say about politics or religion, so I haven't been posting much. I feel like everything I want to do or say has already been done 38 times before (giving me more in common with the House Republicans than anyone would have ever thought - zing!*). Perhaps it's second term blues, looming work craziness, or any other various reasons, but I feel off kilter.
So tonight, I wish to share with you my most irrational fear. And it is this:
That's right, I have a serious problem, folks. I have a fear of dropping things in gutters. For realsies. Constantly, I have a paranoia that I am about to drop something valuable into the sewer, never to see it again. It manifests itself in strange ways. If I have my keys or purse with me, I will literally move these items to the other side of my body to shield them from falling into the sewer. Even if I am several feet away from the gutter opening. This probably stems from me dropping a Peter Rabbit movie into the rain gutter (ACCIDENTALLY!) when I was younger than 5 years old. But since then, it has simply become one of my irrational quirks of personality. It's why I sometimes think of myself like Jane Austen's Mr. Bennet: "...so odd a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humor, reserve, and caprice..." that the experience of (slightly more than) three and twenty years would be insufficient to understand my character.
Now please, could someone suggest a good blogging topic?
*Seriously, the House has voted 38 times to repeal Obamacare. If someone can explain to me what the point of that is, I will gladly pack up my pencils and go home from blogging forever.
So tonight, I wish to share with you my most irrational fear. And it is this:
That's right, I have a serious problem, folks. I have a fear of dropping things in gutters. For realsies. Constantly, I have a paranoia that I am about to drop something valuable into the sewer, never to see it again. It manifests itself in strange ways. If I have my keys or purse with me, I will literally move these items to the other side of my body to shield them from falling into the sewer. Even if I am several feet away from the gutter opening. This probably stems from me dropping a Peter Rabbit movie into the rain gutter (ACCIDENTALLY!) when I was younger than 5 years old. But since then, it has simply become one of my irrational quirks of personality. It's why I sometimes think of myself like Jane Austen's Mr. Bennet: "...so odd a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humor, reserve, and caprice..." that the experience of (slightly more than) three and twenty years would be insufficient to understand my character.
Now please, could someone suggest a good blogging topic?
*Seriously, the House has voted 38 times to repeal Obamacare. If someone can explain to me what the point of that is, I will gladly pack up my pencils and go home from blogging forever.
Whenever I'm walking into an elevator or over a grate in the sidewalk, I hold onto my keys and/or cell phone a little tighter! I regularly visualize dropping things and they curve as they fall to exactly fit between the gap in the elevator doors.
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My irrational fear is locking the keys in the car. I have so many little superstitions and rituals connected with it. It's my OCD thing I guess. It did happen once and it was a huge hassle. Since then I have been hyper vigilant. On the up side, I watched the guy from AAA very closely and I think I could pick a car lock now, with the right coat hanger.
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