I know we all have irrational fears; those fears that, while it’s ridiculous to believe they could ever happen, you think of your friend who knows that guy whose sister hung out with the girl that found, like, a toe in her Dairy Queen Blizzard that one time and then you think, “What if?”
I’m more than willing to admit most if not all of my irrational fears are more whacked out than some – like, driving beneath an overpass on the highway and wondering if it’s going to collapse right on top of me. Or, when walking downstairs to my basement I wonder how long it would be before I was missed if I fell down and broke my neck.
Before the dog started to eat my face, I hope.
I take the stairs one at a time now, just to be safe.