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[just_displaced]

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.]

Comments

[thefavorite]

Not so much. I mean, I don't really mind telling people they're jerks, but I don't really get anything out of it. They're not even here.

[just_displaced]

Well, yeah. It's way more fun to tell people they're jerks to their faces. I mean, talking about them being jerks just ultimately isn't as satisfying.

[thefavorite]

At least if they ever show up, I'll have way more people on my side.

[just_displaced]

That's definitely a significant benefit. You can count me as being one of those people on your side, too.

[thefavorite]

Neat. Thanks.

I'm Dewey, by the way.

[just_displaced]

Cool, nice to meet you, Dewey. I'm Ginsberg.

[thefavorite]

Nice to meet you, too.