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Ohhhh, huggy hugs
On 30 Rock this week, Tina Fey's character bonded with another single 30-something woman over their common fear of choking and dying alone in their apartments and not being discovered until their neighbor's dog starts sniffing and scratching at the door. Bridget Jones had a similar fear of dying alone and being eaten by alsatians¹. I am not 30-something, but - as an inveterate worrier, I also have plenty of these fears. When I hear scary scary reports about rabies on NPR, I start thinking, "What will I do when I am inevitably attacked by rabid wild animals?" When I lose my balance on the stairs, I think "What if I fall and hit my head and pass out and get brain damage and can't move my neighbors all take the other staircase and my lifeless corpse is found weeks from now, after I've starved to death?" Yes, I have a really really overactive imagination.
When I was at the mall today, wondering if I had a concussion and therefore if I should drive myself home or not, I got to thinking: What would I actually do if I determined that I had a concussion? Who could I call to drive me home? I really ought to make some friends around here, even if it's just to have someone to give me a ride or some huggy hugs when I have a concussion or to save me when I'm being ravaged by a rabid raccoon.
srah - Saturday, 28 October 2006 - 7:54 PM
Tags: fears, imagination, loneliness, srahtown
Aw, I'm sending you virtual huggy hugs. ((()))
And there is nothing wrong with having a Plan, even if it's one for How Not to Get Eaten by Alsatians. (The dog ... OR the people from Alsace, since we're being careful here.)