The part of my life that is not known: what is my future for at least the next five years of my life, will I lose my employment like everyone else, will I fail myself and those that I love, do I need to learn how to shoot a gun, will the United States become a third-world country, will I fail anatomy because I’d rather write than study body parts, that my kids would miss the school bus, that leaving my garage door open would make myself vulnerable to some mass murderer, that I spend too much time in the bathtub day dreaming, that those chips I ate will land on my ass, that the price of a Marlboro will make me start smoking plastic straws.
What can I do to control the above?
What is my future for the next five years? Not give up on my dreams, stay on track for the goals I intend to reach, not let my insecure need for a man or partner interfere with having a purpose, and enjoy each day so that I can look back and remember with fondness of my struggle.
Will I lose my employment like everyone else? I have no control over this and I have to just let it go because I try too hard at everything I do to sit and analyze an inevitable outcome.
Will I fail myself and those that I love? Of course! I have to stop living for other people’s expectations no matter how much I may love them because I will always fail someone. I need to mark this off my list of worries and center on God’s unconditional love for me that I try to hide from.
Do I need to learn how to shoot a gun? Absolutely ya big chicken! For one thing – a chick that can shoot is hot. For another, I need to pull up my big panties and learn to protect myself and not be afraid of the metallic trigger thingies.
Will the U.S. become a third world country? Probably – everything is probable. Just look at the economy and everyone freaking out about it.
Will I fail anatomy because I’d rather write than study body parts? No, I’ll probably make a ‘C’ and then have to re-take the god-forsaken class again to achieve a higher ‘C’ before I give up and change my major to something lame and unprofitable like English Literature and eat ramen noodles the rest of my days.
My kids will miss the school bus. – Thank goodness Mom is next door!
Afraid that leaving my garage door open would make me vulnerable to a mass murderer. – Yet you dated guys you met on Yahoo? Hello? Leave it up – it airs out the kitty litter that your ass is too lazy to go dump in the trash.
Afraid that I spend too much time in the bathtub day dreaming. – It feels good and it’s the most private place in the house. Forgive yourself right now! Then go take yourself a bath honey – you’ll feel better.
Afraid that those chips I ate will land on my ass. – Probably so, but get over it. The exercise thingy you bought to work off those other bags of chips is staring at you in the corner of the office. Try using it.
Afraid that the price of a Marlboro will make me start smoking plastic straws. – No, you’ll either switch to Paul Malls or start using that exercise thingy in the corner and quit them altogether.
Moral: Stop being afraid of what I can't control. Believe in myself. Start exercising, quit smoking and keep laughing.
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