Nicky

Dinner with a stranger

I’ve always been tormented by the thought that I may die in a strange or embarrassing way. Just about every moment in my life was ruled with the consciousness of this concern, and therefore I’ve never extended myself enough to be put in such a predicament. For example, I deleted my twitter app because it eventually became flooded with so many porn accounts. Imagine if I was scrolling through my phone, only to have a heart attack and accidentally open the app. Picture, if you will, my lifeless body discovered next to whatever smut happened to be on tap that day, displayed for everyone to see. Also, I’ve never ever skipped laundry day. What if I was in a hurry and threw on some already worn under garment and then perhaps got into a car accident. What would the paramedics say? No doubt they would judge me by the cleanliness of my underpants. No, I would not wish this on anyone, so I’ve chosen to live a modest and reserved life. Some may say a “boring” life, but they’re usually the ones who expire while sitting on the toilet or other such mortifying scenarios.