1) myheritage.com : I put some info that owuld be useful to id thieves up absentmindly; I cna't stop thinking that somewhere some thief is laying out a plan to get my credit card info
2) Hit curb while parking; I went a little too far in and now I keep thinking that I scratched the paint and rust will build up and the whole chassis will eventually fall apart and I will die
3) Immediate family: I'm a bit of a pessimist or party pooper if you will and I can't help but think that we are in a state of decline. Very much in line with the rest of the '90s, my dad, at least, was all about optimism and hope and the sense that he could do anything; he even bought a sailing boat! my parents had friends that they regularly socialized with and everything was fine; but after seeing them today I see how they are slowly falling apart. After having achieved all their dreams of coming to this country, starting a family, making a comfortable living, and sending me off to a good school, they've got nothing left to shoot for and thus they are flaky and dare I say obtuse. THere isn't that fresh-off-the-boat alertness and acumen that helped them secure a place in the middle-class. It breaks my heart.
4) Coworkers: Everyday, more and more, I feel that I will be fired for being an unfriendly bastard. I keep getting signals from one guy that he hates my guts and wants to bash my skull in (he was waving a steel table leg that I had given him around like a baseball bat, saying it felt like one). The next time I'm in, I'm going to pinch myself and try to say hello (I can't even ######## say hello anymore!!!) but until them I will stew.
5) Loserdom: i don't have friends, plain and simple. every day i forget another bit of the skills that i once had to socialize, as limited as they were. omfg why did i come to this ivy league institution? the people here for they most part have rich personalities and lives. I don't know how I convinced the admissions board that I have anything in common with these multitalented, vivacious people around me. I guess I am an excellent liar.
Anyway since I'm neurotic I could probalby make this list a lot longer but oh wells, 5 things that freak me out is enough. I know I;ve told the people at the health clinic that I have no thoughts of harming myself but all alone on a Saturday at 12:11am it's either that or a gorging of ice cream and assorted junkfoods.
Tonight I settled for a three scoop cone of Edy's cookies 'n cream.
