Friday, January 29, 2010

Week Three - Fear

Driving on a bridge, off of a cliff, into a pit of squirrels.

Sounds ridiculous, right? Well, it is, but it has always been my worst fear. When I was a kid, my family and I would go to Colorado. We would go high up into the mountains to a place called Trail Ridge. The ride was unbearable, just feet away from the edge. At any moment an animal could prance out in front of you. You swerve, and the next thing you know you’re barreling hundreds of feet down the mountainside. That never happened, but it was a possibility. Ever since I was little I loathed the idea of driving. So that just seems natural that it’s a part of my worst fear. I’ve also always despised bridges, no matter what kind. It could be going over another road, or water, I hated it just the same. Squirrels may seem a little odd, but they really creep me out. My friend Faith is to blame for this fear. One day we decided to take a walk through my town, and she started talking to a squirrel. The squirrel was sitting up on a tree branch, staring at her, flapping its tail around. I was completely freaked out already, but when that squirrel jumped off the tree and started running towards us, I screamed in horror. Ever since then, I’ve hated squirrels.

I know that my fear might sound irrational, but it truly is my worst fear.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Week Two - I Hate My Job

Dishwashing.

That’s what I’ve been doing for the past fifty years. Doesn’t sound like fun, right? Well, it isn’t. Scrubbing filthy plates all day long was not what I expected doing my whole life. The soggy bread and salad drenched in dressing is the worst. Every time I smell that grotesque scent looming out of the sink, I condemn my life’s choices. What had I gotten myself into? I always think. Only if I would’ve completed college, my entire life would have turned out completely different. Now I’m stuck at this dreadful job…for the rest of my life.

Week One - Dear Kiddo

Dear Future Child,

Right now I am 17 years old, and a junior in high school. I’m very much a homebody, and I don’t have a problem with that because I never get into too much trouble. Even though a few months back I did total my mom’s car. But it’s okay because she got a new car out of it, and my parents bought me one.

I don’t know who you are, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you any less. I hope that you do your best in everything that you do. Do everything to the best of your ability.