Strangest fear: When I'm in the supermarket isles, the hair on my neck raises. I'm overcome with the deepest fear that someone will come up behind me and, inadvertently or not, ram thier supermarket cart into the back of my heel. My achilles tendon will burst wide open gushing blood all over the floor. I'm in excruciating pain, sweat beads on my skin. I'll fall right over and be unable to stand, but noone will come to my aid as I slip and slide in my own warm mess. I'll crawl over to my cart, try to pull myself up while I'm pleading "Somebody help me, please!!" and they'll all just stand there looking at me, whispering to each other, shaking their heads. I'm trembling in pain, I can't pull myself up to the cart, so I push the cart over till it falls and I pull myself along the ground to recover my purse and car keys. I begin my crawl toward the supermarket door, a trail of tears and warm blood behind me. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!!!" I crawl to the door, it slides open and I'm almost run over again by a new cart. I make it to my car on gravelled hands and knees and pull myself into the seat to drive myself to the hospital with my left foot crossed over the damaged right.
I know, I know. Fucking lunatic.
