death of a loved one
Sometimes I get really scared that a loved one is going to drop dead and I have to call them to make sure they’re still alive. If they don’t answer I freak out a tiny bit more than is called for.
Sometimes I get really scared that a loved one is going to drop dead and I have to call them to make sure they’re still alive. If they don’t answer I freak out a tiny bit more than is called for.
I have a fear that the elevator in my building will open and there will be a person hanging in it.
I’m neurotic about when people talk about catastrophic events like the world ending because the temperature goes up 6 degrees, but zombies, I love.
I used to go to a 7th day adventist church with my aunt. They were really social but also liked to talk about the apocolypse. So I’d be at a pool party and they’d be like “The world is going to end in September.” And then I’d think about how I’d like to actually get to high school.
I know someone who still does that thing where you hold your breath when you pass a graveyard and don’t exhale until the next white house. I mean, she’s 27. And still does it.