Archive for the ‘Fear’ Category

On dying young.
September 10, 2009

C: Still at home…

S: Are you still sick?!

C: Yeah, I can’t really stand without being in total pain.

S: OMG. GO TO THE HOSPITAL. What if it’s appendicitis?! You need to go!

C: Nooo it’s the same thing I always have.

S: You don’t know that! A doctor needs to look at you.

C: I don’t want a 1,000 dollar bill. It fees the same. It will go away.

S: You have insurance! Goddammit, this is why we need HEALTH CARE REFORM. Love, GO TO THE HOSPITAL. Has the pain gotten worse? What if your appendix burst yesterday when you fainted, and now you’re about to die?

C: I’m not about to die. I’m fine.

S: You don’t know that!!!

C: Well, if I die it was a good run.

S: DO NOT DIE. I will never forgive you.

C: I’m not going to. Only the good die young. And I’ve made enough mistakes to not be considered “good.”


On hope.
August 28, 2009

C: Oh S, maybe you just need to find hope again. That’s the only thing that makes life bearable.

S: That’s true. My hope comes in pill form. And costs me $40/month.

C: My hope keeps getting sucked out.

S: Like someone sucking poison from a snakebite? Except the opposite?

C: No, like the witches in Hocus Pocus sucking all of the youth out of the children.

S: Who are the witches in your life?

C: Life.

S: Whoa. That’s heavy.

On food poisoning.
August 7, 2009

S: I don’t know if you know this about me, but I’m afraid that everything I eat is spoiled.

C: I did NOT know that. I am too!

S: For real?!

C: Yeah, I asked the girl I work with at least five times if she thought my sandwich from yesterday would still be good today. She assured me five times that it was.

S: If you kept it in the fridge, it’s just fine.

C: Well, it had mayo…it was very confusing.

On dreams.
August 5, 2009

C:  I had a dream last night that I was being chased by Jason from those movies.

S:  Oh no!

C:  Yeah, it was scary.

S:  Did you get away?

C:  Yeah, I think so.

S:  You think so?

C:  Well, I don’t think I died.

S:  I die sometimes in my dreams. I have a lot of those dreams where someone’s chasing me, and sometimes they catch me and kill me.

C:  Really?

S:  Apparently my dream self sucks at running.