Cause sometimes it just feels better to release irrational fears into the universe:
I will never ever pay off my loans. Like the widow of
Zarephath whose oil never ran out no matter how much she burned, my debt
will build and build no matter how much extra I pay off each month.
Toy Story is based on some level of truth and my dolls and toys all feel abandoned and misused because I never wrote my name on permanent marker on any of them.
I will be single until I'm at least sixty seven, and then if I try and have kids at that point they will come out all shriveled and wrinkled, and I will be dead before the kid graduates college.
I will be sick forever. I won't ever ever get over this cold. I will be coughing up pink and purple phlegm until I die.
A spider will come and lay eggs in my ear while I sleep while I'm camping. I believe this one so thoroughly that I often sleep with my covers over my head whenever I camp.
I am going to make a stupid mistake at work someday and be sued and never be able to practice PT again.
The Arizona water is so bad that I might get a parasite someday from drinking it.
My parents only tell me they are proud of me because they know about my fragile self-esteem and that I need their approval.
I will never learn how to cook and my kids will have to grow up on coconut covered red-wine vinager and raspberry jam baby carrots.
I am actually exceptionally stinky and ugly and everyone knows it except for me. Maybe that's why I will be single until I'm 67...
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