Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Irrational

I pride myself on being rational in all things and then *bam* a weird thought strikes and you find yourself concocting the most bizarre-o scenarios and purchasing a ticket on the crazy train.
A few that have crossed my mind lately:
My windshield is now cracked, so I wondered what if my windshield just shattered and a shard of glass got stuck in my wrist and then I had to take off my shirt to use it as a tourniquet? Or wait...maybe I'd just want to apply a lot of pressure so that way I wouldn't have to get my hand amputated...
My neighbors have this creepy little Frankenstein man outside their door who scares me every time I come and go. What if a real killer hid behind Frank and jumped out and got me just cause he knew I wouldn't suspect...
What if I were able to win the McDonalds Monopoly lottery...
So-and-so didn't respond to a text I sent saying said individual is awesome. Crap. That must mean that said individual doesn't want to be my friend anymore...
Should I talk to my cat when I am home alone? What if someone snuck in to surprise me and then hears me talking to the cat and thinks I'm crazy...
A romantical interest wrote me that his parental units find me to be awesome. I respond I only care what he thinks...he responds with nothing. Oh dear...he must not find me awesome.

Definitely irrational, wouldn't you say?

3 comments:

Marianne & Clayton said...

I'm totally with you on most of them, except the glass breaking. Luckily windshields are made of tempered safety glass. It is meant to break into pebble like pieces which normally only make small scratches or leave no mark at all, even in a bad wreck. So, you know. At least there's that. Crazy guy hiding behind Frank? Be on your guard!

Kappyt3 said...

I hide behind Frankenstein...

Kristie Lynne said...

I think the same types of things. The other day in Spanish class, my teacher hastily grabbed my pen (a pilot G2, those that are most likely to be stolen) to correct my paper. She carried it around all class correcting everybody's with it. While I knew it was probably an accident, part of me thought, "What if she pretended to take it nonchalantly so she could keep my prized G2?" She gave it back 5 minutes later. Haha.