Apparently the world was supposed to end today, and while I never put much stock in the rumors, with the alleged end approaching I stopped for a moment yesterday to take stock of my life…you know, in case the world did end. Ultimately, I’m pretty happy with where I am and I don’t know that it would really scare me that the world was ending. But here are five end of the world confessions from me, just in case the world ends later.
- I love reality television more than a normal person should. Yes, I was once a strong supporter of shows like Tough Love, Rock of Love: Bus, Jersey Shore, The Real World, etc. It’s surprising just how involved I get with goofy shows like that, but I get absolutely obsessed. I’ve cut back a lot, simply due to a lack of time, but every once in a while I’ll flip on an episode of Teen Mom 2 just to take stock of how wonderful and drama-free my life is.
- I play with my phone too much. C sometimes gets on my case because I am constantly checking Twitter, checking my email, getting on Facebook, checking on Instagram, or playing BubbleXplode. It’s one of my goals to cut back on this impulse in 2013. I need to learn how to put the technology away and enjoy the moment that I’m in more.
- I love planning more than I love doing. This is a major problem with me. I love laying out deadlines, making schedules, and organizing everything way more than I enjoy actually doing tasks. This is another issue that I really need to work on, especially for next semester because I’m going to be crazy busy.
- I am deathly afraid of people in mascot costumes. I have no real rationale for why I have this debilitating fear, but it is a problem that I live with on a daily basis. It is especially hard because I am a huge sports fan, but I just can’t appreciate the people who dress up in the costumes. There’s something strange about not being able to see someone’s face…
- I still believe in Santa Claus. Like, for real. I just think there’s a magic at Christmastime that can’t always be explained. I remember the Christmas that my older brother, Chris, proved to me that Santa was real. I must have been eleven or twelve and Chris was a few years older than me. We slept in the dining room that year, hoping to catch a glimpse of the big guy. We were laying on the pull-out, talking about what we were hoping to find under the tree the next morning when Chris stopped, sat up and looked out the window. He pointed to a small red dot up in the sky and told me that it was Rudolph’s nose. I looked at that dot and I believed, without question. We quickly fell asleep and woke up to the greatest Christmas either of us could remember. I know it’s foolish and that I’m 24 and should know better, but I’ll never forget that night. Chris always kept the spirit of Christmas alive for me and I would truly hate to lose that.
What are your End of the World Confessions?