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Ten Things I Worry About:

1. War. Specifically nuclear war, but war in general qualifies, I guess.
2. Hurting someone.
3. My thoughts.
4. What if everything we experience is actually just in our heads and in reality nothing is real.
5. Reality and what defines it. Is it different for different people?
6. What happens after we die.
7. Dying a virgin.
8. Is it really important to wear matching socks? Who decided that? Is that completely arbitrary? Who decides what "matches" anyway?
9. Being stuck in the City forever.
10. Making lists because what if they're not actually the top ten things I worry about and there's something else I want to put on it but the list is already made?


[Cursed with Listmania, of course, and not thrilled about this being shared.]

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[just_displaced]

It's 1968 back home. What year is it supposed to be for you?

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[deuterium]

not 1986

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[deuterium]

might want to hold on to that fallout shelter for another century or so.

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Unless something really impressive happens scientifically, I don't think I'll be alive in another century.

Frankly, I was pretty convinced we'd get to nuclear war within the next couple years -- by the 1970s, at the very least. I guess it's reassuring to hear we don't. Unless you and I are from entirely different worlds and timelines, in which case, I should probably still be concerned.

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[deuterium]

stranger things have happened. like being here!

nuclear standstill, it's going to be big.

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I try not to think about being here too much. It'll just drive me crazier.

I should probably be glad I won't be alive for that, right?

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[deuterium]

just don't count your chickens before they hatch, sixty-eight.

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Well, I figure if I don't get drafted into the Vietnam and die there, I'll probably die of old age eventually. And if not old age, I'll probably fall down a flight of stairs and break my neck, because I'm clumsy as hell.