As I have progressed through my life I have become aware of various phobias that exist in my psyche. Most of my phobias are perfectly reasonable and I’ve managed to trace some of them back to childhood traumas that likely seeded them. However, some of my phobias are unreasonable and totally insane; for example, I have come to notice that I have a fairly strong fear of temporal discontinuities. What I mean by temporal discontinuities is unnoticed jumps far forward in time, kind of like in the movie Flight of the Navigator. I don’t know where the fear derives from and it’s so thoroughly implausible an occurrence that giving it even a hint of credence is silly but it’s still something that I fear.
Seriously though, I really hope that I never come back from a walk, drive or sail to find my friends and family had long since given me up for lost and that I must adjust to a world that has changed greatly during my lost time.
But wouldn’t it be far sadder to return and find that the world hadn’t changed a great deal in the shift? Bush is still in power, women still don’t find you amusing, your life populated by “friends” who never really noticed you were gone…the only thing different is the date on the calendar, and your block of sex cheese has spoiled.
Now that is frightening, and it might be tomorrow, or was it last year?
Boo!
No, but I did something to your mother with this mouth.