Twas the topic on Berry chat earlier between myself and Amber.
Me - I'd clean his credit card balance on a nice Tod's bag, and pack up and leave. Can cry later.
Amber - Some people can forgive. I don't think I can. Probly try to kill him.
Me - I'll get a friend to fake being my GP and call him to say I've got AIDS and have been admitted. It's procedural to inform all partners with history of sexual relations.
This was largely prompted by weekend reading of gossip magazines on Sandra Bullock's marriage that is falling apart faster than you can say 'roving jackass'.
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Today at the health checkup for the company insurance policy, the GP commented that she was amazed I had perfect vision, because not many people have that nowadays.
Which made me break out in a cold sweat, because the fear that I have never admitted to anyone, is the fear of losing my sight. Losing sight means losing control. But most importantly, losing sight means I'll have to see the darkness.
As it is I sleep with bright lights on every night. Imagine having to live in the dark 24/7, seeing nothing but the black that I'm absolutely terrified of.
Yeah... *sarcastically* Other than being afraid of the dark, completely unable to sit on rollercoasters, afraid of working alone in the office late at night, I'm a pretty brave soul. -_-
Which nobody really believes because its unfathomable to them that I of all people, would be like that. The power of (mis)perception.
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