Paranoia

I have always been a paranoid person. Sure, we have those moments where we're afraid we might lost an item like an earring (I constantly check my ears every few minutes to make sure my flesh tunnels are still there). But I think paranoia has taken over most of my life. Every move I make, I have at least two horrible things that can happen pass through my mind.

For example, when I'm walking or running, what if I trip and break my kneecap. I don't want to sleep and fall. Look, I'm in a car... What if we get into a car accident and my legs break? My arms?! I need those! Now we're on a plane and I'm sitting there not only going crazy because of my motion sickness, but what happens when the engine malfunctions and we crash?! Can I still use my cellphone to make the last call of my life? Whenever I walk by a gas station, I'm always afraid it will explode. When I'm in a bank, I pray there won't be any robbers. When I'm near power tools... I stand back. If there's a kitchen knife pointing at me on the table, I move it to face away from me. When I book a hotel room, I always look under the bed and hope it's not haunted by the dead body inside the mattress. Elevators. Escalators. This bus might have a suicide bomber on it. Look at that wall, it has gang tagging WE'RE IN GANG TERRITORY RUN.

Basically, I'm stuck thinking my world if a Final Destination movie. Those films do horrible things to a person and I can't kill myself either because death is SO CRUEL. WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE IN HORRIBLE WAYS.