You know when you reach for a glass in the cupboard at night, so you can't see, but you're too lazy to turn on the light, and so you get one of those mugs with flimsy glass that won't stand the heat of the boiling tea.
Sometimes I fear that life is the same thing and I will get the mug with the flimsy glass, and then everything is going to explode in my face. Yes, I fear the glass.
On another very different note, today, my mother was trying to convince me that a) there's sth called love b) that I should get fall in love and get married. I love our conversations, because my mother is emotional and I am completely rational, and more often than not, she emerges from our conversations convinced that I am correct and I realize how other people might think (up until a short period ago, I thought all people are like me). Anyhow, coming back from work, late as usual, exhausted and worried about the tons of things I have to do, I started to think about what would happen if I do get married.
I would probably be married for 2 years and then I will get a divorce, because he won't bear the intensity of my behavior and I won't be emotionally available, he will try to reach out, but I will always bring him down. I won't be vulnerable and I won't seek his help, which will drive him crazy. However, we will still be friends after our divorce, always wondering what went wrong and then he will marry someone with no brain because he deduced from our marriage that women with brains are exhausting. I will attend his wedding and that will be the end of our relationship.