I wrote this title in 2014, somehow thinking it might be engaging reading.
And it will be, so here goes…
- The dark.
I keep thinking I might get over it, but no. I run through my house once the lights are off. - Scorpions.
Again, something to get over what with living in a country with no scorpions, but I still check the end of my bed about once a week in case a scorpion has snuck in. - Fireworks.
They are just explosives. Why does anyone like them. - The future.
Just like everyone else. - Falling off high-up paths.
I’m not on high-up paths very often, but the second I’m anywhere near an edge I become convinced I’m going to fall to my death. - Losing my keys.
Constantly convinced that they’ve vanished. It wouldn’t even be much of an issue if I did, but there we are. - Scary films/stories.
Because I can’t convince myself that they aren’t all real. - Zombies.
Because they are definitely real.