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Sometimes dumb things I did when in my teens come back to haunt me. Those embarrassing moments that are never forgotten. We all have them. Some have been on my mind lately because of a high school reunion.
Why is it we remember those moments in vivid detail and the good ones are less memorable?
In seventh grade I was in the bathroom with my mom. I was looking at the full-length mirror and suddenly exclaimed, "Mom! My head is too big for my body!" For weeks and weeks I kept worrying that everyone would notice that my head was enormous. And then one day I looked in a different mirror and saw that my head wasn't really as big as a weather balloon, after all.
Anything and everything. I haven't stopped worrying since I learned how lol
When I was 9 I was always convinced I had appendicitis with each stomach ache. I rode that train for a few years.
Around the same age I was also always worried I was going to be kidnapped in my sleep and super weird about what I wore to bed incase my house caught on fire haha I actually had a tiny box of things ready that I would want to "save" if it did. I was something else
Last week, I had a very realistic dream that I was on a plane and it was hit by lightning and it rolled upside down. I immediately woke up in a terrified state. It was 6:00 am and I drove to the airport to catch my flight that day. I looked at the weather report and it was storming/lightning on the flight route. The captain warned us about turbulence, and I kept thinking of my dream as "a sign." But it was a very smooth/noneventful flight/landing. This has made me reconsider my fear of flying.
Before I got married, I worried about my husband seeing the real me, the one with no make up. The worry didn't last, but neither did the marriage, lol.
When I was really young...like 5 or 6, I watched a WWII movie, in which a young mother died in childbirth. It affected me for a really long time, and I worried and worried that (1) someday that would happen to my mother and (2) that might happen to me someday.
I was pretty young, so my concept of time might be 'off', but I worried deeply about it for a very very long time...seemed like months. And it was eating me up.
FINALLY I told my mom about it, and how worried I was that one of us would die that way.
My mom...LOL, I can tell that she found the whole thing a LITTLE frustrating. I remember the heavy sigh, and her saying "Sassy, most of the time, women don't die having babies, and look at me, I've had 5 kids, and I'm still here."
WHY did I not already know that?? LOL I was like "Oh yeah..."
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