Outrageous Fortune

I want to go to the parade tomorrow alone, but I’m worried what might happen to me or my mom once I’m set out to fend for myself.

Nightmare Scenario I:  I go to the parade, but as my mother is driving home from dumping me, she has the misfortune of:

a.) being run down by a Mack truck

b.)having a heart attack

c.) being murdered

You choose the scenario you like the best, but the point is she is deceased…and it all could’ve been prevented had I just gone to the parade with her less than enthusiastic self in tow.

I am alone. I can’t even afford to bury or cremate my mom.  There is no money except my $674.00 every month, and the cats and I are soon hungry and evicted.  My friend takes me and the cats in,thankfully, but I yearn to live on my own for the first time. I give up thoughts of love and all my dreams. There is nothing to live for but my cats, because my friends and everyone might not need me. I am a burden.

Fin

Nightmare Scenario II:  I fall dead.

Fin

But I so want to go alone! If I do I’ll let you know…If I don’t, well, guess you’ll know too!

ophelia

Ophelia: O woe! If only outrageous fortune spared me from Parade’s earthly delight and I knew whither I goest toward danger or iniquity. Harsh, bitter, agonizing fate! Mayhap I ought to not frolic among Danish princes, either, given their penchant to be douches. O woe, I die!

12 thoughts on “Outrageous Fortune

  1. You should be more worried about those creepy old guys that drive around in those little cars. I think they're called the Shiners. You know, because of The Shining. REDRUM. REDRUMMMMMMM.
    Seriously, though, neither nightmare scenario will happen. Go have fun.

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  2. Hmmmm, as much as I try because I want to read and understand your post, Lisa, I just can’t get into your nightmare scenario. I grew up learning to catastrophize and I resist it with every fiber of my being, so…I will instead attempt to wave a magic wand and to transform your nightmare scenarios into beautiful, happy, idyllic scenes. Wave, poof…There, I did it..
    Close your eyes and imagine what I have painted for you? Well…Did it work? It probably didn’t so I will just go to sleep, try to shut out my own nighmarish scenes and will dream something good and send it your way by telepathy.

    Tomorrow is a new day, with new opportunities and maybe, just maybe, something good around the corner. Here’s hoping!!

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  3. You should be more worried about those creepy old guys that drive around in those little cars. I think they’re called the Shiners. You know, because of The Shining. REDRUM. REDRUMMMMMMM.
    Seriously, though, neither nightmare scenario will happen. Go have fun.

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  4. OK Lisa, it is great you are thinking positively. That is a big step. You can’t stop what life has planned for you nor can you stop living because of it.
    I don’t think I am in a position to give you advise on whether to go or not as I could not possibly imagine the day to day struggles you have with OCD. Instead just know I will be supporting you from the side lines and cheering you on no matter what decision. So if you see a little fly doing a really pathetic dance please don’t swat it, it could be me 🙂
    You go girl!!!!

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  5. I hope you go to the parade. Sometimes it’s important to push the envelope and challenge ourselves. We usually find that none of the bad scenarios our imaginations have created come to pass. It is helpful to develop a personal protocol to help us deal with our anxiety triggers before or as soon as they arise.

    Regards!

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  6. I was supposed to go to a parade once, but I didn’t. They’re full of really weird stuff. Like people, animals, streets . . . it gets so confusing, or would be if I went to any.

    So that in itself is a good reason for you not to go, unless it was yesterday, then I’m probably late again.

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