Sometimes having an overactive imagination isn’t such a good thing. It’s wonderful for seeing beauty in the world, self-expression, creating, communicating, interpreting, and plenty of other things.
Times when it’s not so great? How about when it’s running rampant on things that are scary, sad, disturbing, or just plain weird (in a bad way)?
This very morning, for example, was on my way home from a yoga class and I decided to stop at the gas station. After gassing up my little Hyundai Accent, and taking care of a few other things, I noticed that the hubcap of my front driver’s side wheel was lifted slightly. I examined it briefly before shifting it back into place, then got into my car wondering why my hub cap would have been lifted like that.
My thought process went something like this:
What could have caused that to happen?
Is it because my tires need air?
Or did someone mess with it?
Why would they mess with it?
Is someone trying to kill me?
What if there’s a bomb in there?
Is that even possible?
Could someone really have put a bomb under my hubcap?
What if I drive away and my car explodes?
I don’t want to die.
I wonder how big the explosion would be…
Would it kill other people too?
What if it’s like that movie with the bus, and once I reach a certain speed, boom, that’s it, that’s the end?
It’s probably fine.
I’m probably just being paranoid
But still, better pull over and check. Just in case.
I pulled over to check, but couldn’t find anything definitive, so I got back in the car and drove home. Upon my arrival, I immediately expressed my bomb concerns to my husband and asked him to check for me. He laughed, but humored me anyway.
He didn’t find anything either.
But do you see what I mean? I can’t make this stuff up! Sometimes my brain just runs wild with things that don’t really make sense.
It’s always an adventure though, and I guess that’s pretty cool.