What if I am alone until I shrivel up and die and painfully alone death? What if I find some awesome hot guy and we die two seconds later. What if I already walked past him and my head was in the clouds? More than that, what if I drowned in this sea of what ifs? What if I spend so much time wondering that I never wake up tomorrow morning.
Speaking of sleeping, I had the craziest dream the other night. Literally some guy had hurt my friend and you can ask bro, that gets me in the fighting spirit so I was chasing after him promising lots of pain. And his only escape was to start climbing this ladder thingie, more like a fire escape or scaffolding really, and so I started climbing after him.
Then when we were pretty high and he was running out of room, he turned towards me and pointed a gun straight at my face. Now I am really ashamed to say this, but immediately I started begging for my life. I wussed out really. I would put a worse word there, by my mom reads this. It is so embarrassing. I begged for my life. I mean if the dude has a gun straight at your face in a dream, Chuck Norris it up, do not BEG.
Ug, such a horrible dream. Anyways, in the end he shot me, my superman like right pointer finger blocked the bullet. I lost a finger in that dream, but as I was falling backwards, probably to my death, I was just staring at the chunk taken out of my finger thinking, 'he shot my pointer finger off!'
And then I woke up. The dogs did not appreciate the drama. Neither did I really.
So I suppose there are more important things then what-ifs. I mean, when it all comes down to it, I still have my right pointer finger, right?
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