he says
okay.
waiting for me to swear on a stack of bibles or someshit. i just let him stand there.
and he does, with a dumb put on angry face. then he says-
i have this weird thing, i imagine getting my head cut off all the time. not just like fucking cartoons or even faces of death shit. like i imagine the feeling and my neck tightens up. you konw the feeling would be pretty solid, and sharp cause otherwise it'd just shatter the bone and what i'm always picturing is a clean cut.
or the other one is driving on any road and especially highways i always picture things flying off the back of trucks and smashing through my windshield. being impaled and shit. a big one is worktrucks wit hthe lashed down rebar, i always imagine those like a javelin just bullseyeing my head. how long would i feel pain for you know.
i konw thats fucked right?
the funniest part of it all is this simple motherfucker mistaking me for not just someone who cares but some kind of shrink slash confessor.
if i did give a shit, and probably if i was a psychologist or a priest, i'd say life is short and fears abundant but dignity poise and grace overcomes mostly everything.
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