I wrote this title in 2014, somehow thinking it might be engaging reading.
And it will be, so here goes…
- The dark.
I keep thinking I might get over it, but no. I run through my house once the lights are off.
Again, something to get over what with living in a country with no scorpions, but I still check the end of my bed about once a week in case a scorpion has snuck in.
They are just explosives. Why does anyone like them.
- The future.
Just like everyone else.
- Falling off high-up paths.
I’m not on high-up paths very often, but the second I’m anywhere near an edge I become convinced I’m going to fall to my death.
- Losing my keys.
Constantly convinced that they’ve vanished. It wouldn’t even be much of an issue if I did, but there we are.
- Scary films/stories.
Because I can’t convince myself that they aren’t all real.
Because they are definitely real.