Sometimes the worst thing, isn’t.

Sunday, 13 March 2011, 1:37 | Category : Life
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I can think of a dozen things that I’m terrified will happen to me. I’ll lose my job, my house, my loved ones. I’ll crash my car, i’ll get cancer.

I’m lucky, because none of those things have happened to me (at least not yet).

When faced with a decision, I’ve always wondered “What’s the worst that can happen?”

As a teen, when trying to decide if I could call a boy, I’d run through the absolute worst that could happen scenario. “If I call him, he’s going to think I’m an obsessed freakazoid. He’ll tell all of his friends, who will tell all of their friends, and then the whole school will think I’m an obsessed freakazoid. Then, when they all think that I’m a freak, and I’ll never get a date again, and I won’t go to prom. I won’t ever learn how to talk to boys, and I’ll never get married and I’ll become an old maid!”

Thinking like that makes it pretty clear that the worst isn’t really very likely to happen. And even if he did tell everyone that I was an obsessed freakazoid, the chances that I’d never ever find anyone were pretty slim. So, what the heck? If I know that’s not going to happen, any other consequences seem pretty minor.

So, in the last month, there’s been some distance between someone I used to be very close to and I. I used to think that the world would come crashing down if we didn’t talk on a daily basis. It hasn’t. It’s still awkward when we do talk, because I’m not sure what I should talk about. Should I try to catch up on everything that’s happened since the last time we really talked? Or should I focus on the moment? Let her guide the conversation?

I’ve got no answers. But I’m learning to remember that the worst thing doesn’t happen. And even if what you thought would be the worst thing happens, it’s probably not as bad as you imagined it would be.

 

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