If you missed my old blog about all things fear (see: fear and...) then you missed the stage in my life where i obsessed about well all things fear. I basically watched every medical show on the Discovery Health channel until my mind could no longer take the constant torture of thinking a branch was going to fly through my car window impaling my delicate doe-like skull.
Gleeeeeeennis... I'm waiting for you.
I thought my fears had been squelched. I thought I was through with the constant obsessions.
But no... they are BACK.
Lately I can not stop imagining my nose being hooked by things and ripped off. I know it's disgusting. Imagine thinking about it at every turn! And if you really think about it there aren't even that many things you could hook your nose on but I seem to be able to imagine wild scenarios that include just that.
Let's take a look at the usual suspects:
Watch those high kicks, friend.
Seriously people, I hope I haven't scarred you but I CAN'T stop thinking about this for realzies.
I love you, nose. Please stick around.