"It only tastes like posion for the first few bites"
So last night, after discussing another epidemic that i'm convinced has plagued my body, Josh forced to me arrive at the realization that i'm a hypochondriact (sp?).
I started thinking about all the paranoias that have haunted me through my child years, in and out of my adolescence and finally, consumed me in my early (very early!) 20's....
I started thinking about all of the things that i've been convinced that i've had in my 21 years of Sarah-hood. Maybe i'm being a little too forward in discussing my mental instability and excessive paranoid nature on a public forum (I guess that's case in point--i'm paranoid someone will think i'm crazy) but since this is MY blog, I don't really care what the people who read this (or read this without telling me) think.
My favorite fear is probably the first thing I can recall being afraid of: leaves. Although it certainly deviates from the typically cliche fears that are often at the core of children's anxiety, I kinda like that I was crazy enough to be petrified of flying leaves as a child. My Mom said she used to put me in the back yard as a child and I would run around frantically as the leaves circularly swirlled around me. I would cry and scream and act like a south end kid (or Carrotcakes) and pound at the front door demanding to be let in. I think that fear continued on until I was about 3.
When I was 11, I watched the movie "The Cure" (I THINK, that's the name of it). Anyways, it's about Elijiah Wood and he has AIDS (the two things I can remember learning about most vividly in elementry school are don't get aids and don't litter). So yea, after watching my childhood crush Elijah die at the hands of his failed immunity system, I became certain that I had somehow contacted this terminal disease. I didn't know how, but I remember being scared. Sometimes I still worry I had it (weird things follow you)....
Of course, thinking I was preg like 7,000 times without evidence....
Worrying about having a brain anurism
Oh, thinking that I had somehow forgotten to put my pants back on when coming back from the washroom.
Oh yes, and then there is the pre-mature alzheimers.
And Overian cyst.
I also worried about getting sun-rash but then it ended up happening. I was also correct about being illergic to lobster, which is also true. Oh yes, and the time I smoked weed that I was sure was laced with crack or cocaine (sure enough, it had cocaine in it). So sometimes my fears aren't totally irrational.
This entry sucks. I just consumed a lot of caffine and i'm on a little bit of a jolt. I can actually feel it pumping through my veins and my head is just bursting with hypochondriact inspiration. I really hope people are still up for Monte's tomorrow night. Is it even a consideration anymore? I want to go and dance with the gay Tim Horton's guy and sign a guy's cast and listen to "I'm Your Genie".
I would really like new shoes and a haircut. Unfortunately, I am broke.
Love you, love you, love you a lot.
So last night, after discussing another epidemic that i'm convinced has plagued my body, Josh forced to me arrive at the realization that i'm a hypochondriact (sp?).
I started thinking about all the paranoias that have haunted me through my child years, in and out of my adolescence and finally, consumed me in my early (very early!) 20's....
I started thinking about all of the things that i've been convinced that i've had in my 21 years of Sarah-hood. Maybe i'm being a little too forward in discussing my mental instability and excessive paranoid nature on a public forum (I guess that's case in point--i'm paranoid someone will think i'm crazy) but since this is MY blog, I don't really care what the people who read this (or read this without telling me) think.
My favorite fear is probably the first thing I can recall being afraid of: leaves. Although it certainly deviates from the typically cliche fears that are often at the core of children's anxiety, I kinda like that I was crazy enough to be petrified of flying leaves as a child. My Mom said she used to put me in the back yard as a child and I would run around frantically as the leaves circularly swirlled around me. I would cry and scream and act like a south end kid (or Carrotcakes) and pound at the front door demanding to be let in. I think that fear continued on until I was about 3.
When I was 11, I watched the movie "The Cure" (I THINK, that's the name of it). Anyways, it's about Elijiah Wood and he has AIDS (the two things I can remember learning about most vividly in elementry school are don't get aids and don't litter). So yea, after watching my childhood crush Elijah die at the hands of his failed immunity system, I became certain that I had somehow contacted this terminal disease. I didn't know how, but I remember being scared. Sometimes I still worry I had it (weird things follow you)....
Of course, thinking I was preg like 7,000 times without evidence....
Worrying about having a brain anurism
Oh, thinking that I had somehow forgotten to put my pants back on when coming back from the washroom.
Oh yes, and then there is the pre-mature alzheimers.
And Overian cyst.
I also worried about getting sun-rash but then it ended up happening. I was also correct about being illergic to lobster, which is also true. Oh yes, and the time I smoked weed that I was sure was laced with crack or cocaine (sure enough, it had cocaine in it). So sometimes my fears aren't totally irrational.
This entry sucks. I just consumed a lot of caffine and i'm on a little bit of a jolt. I can actually feel it pumping through my veins and my head is just bursting with hypochondriact inspiration. I really hope people are still up for Monte's tomorrow night. Is it even a consideration anymore? I want to go and dance with the gay Tim Horton's guy and sign a guy's cast and listen to "I'm Your Genie".
I would really like new shoes and a haircut. Unfortunately, I am broke.
Love you, love you, love you a lot.
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