Hey let’s end the week with another irrational fear!
Sometimes I think about the possibility that a satellite could fall out of the sky and get me when I’m least expecting it (Mean Girls bus-style). Flower pots and beer bottles also cause me to occasionally glance up when walking down the street in the summer.
I like to be prepared for the worst and appreciate when it doesn’t happen. It’s like a twisted optimism.
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