Over-Active Imagination
Have you ever watched those Final Destination movies? If so, you know how the characters are oftentimes killed in bizarre ways. Like in Final Destination 3 when the girls die in the tanning booth. A series of mishaps had to happen to lead up to there horrific end. Water spilling and shorting fuses. A screw comes loose. Etc. Etc. Then they die.
I sometimes think of that when I park in the underground garage at my office. There are these big fans that spin very fast and very loud. Sometimes I am forced to park in front of one. I do not like when that happens. I begin to envision my early death. A car had knocked the frame leaving it unsteady. There is a malfunction in the electricity. Something goes awry at the very moment I am in front of it and KABLAM! I am chopped into small pieces, scattered all over the parking garage floor.
Of course this isn't going to happen. I just think about it. Sometimes.
11 comments:
Oh my gosh, I understand. I too park in an underground garage and I always wonder if a beam is going to come down or something like that. I haven't thought about the fans though... now I'm going to avoid those, too!
Yeah, I know I have no control over it, but I can pretend I do. :)
That is so weird b/c I do that too sometimes. And I haven't even seen those movies.
Um, slightly morbid, but also something I would probably come up with just to freak me out. But, I'm a worrier, and so I think about lots of different things like that.
My biggest one? That my crockpot is going to burn down my apartment. So, do you want to know how I check on it throughout the day? By randomly calling my home phone. I figure if the answering machine picks up then it hasn't yet been burned up.
Yep. I'm totally weird.
I thought I was the only one who imagined things like that. It's comforting to know I'm not alone.
(By the way, one of the reasons I love John Irving's writing so much is the creative way he makes characters die. No, really.)
Funny, I'm always killed by a terminal illness or violent crime.
In parking garages, I always wonder if it collapsed at that very instant, would I be able to find a crevice among the rubble where I might safely wait until rescue crews arrived.
Hmmm, I fear having an uncontrollable impulse and sticking my hand in the scary shop fan at work, I'd never considered it might fall on me.
i am going to die of a broken heart.
Those fans freak me out! They remind me of Angelheart (ever seen it?).
haha horror movies mess with my mind too! I'm constantly afraid something is going to grab my ankles...
Another excellent reason for never driving a car. Also, for not ever having seen a Final Destination movie. A good reason to keep avoiding those.
My own end is much more horrific. In my vision it is long and lingering and filled with regret. People I've known through the years keep saying to me, "But I thought you knew I felt that way ..." or, "I had no idea that was what you were feeling. You should have said something ..."
I can't help thinking my end will be something Sam Shepard has written. Perhaps directed by Wim Wenders. It's stark and it's in black and white.
That's just one vision. Sometimes it's more like the Gong Show. With Jerry Springer as a special guest. That, too, is long and lingering but, rather than regret, filled with even greater horror.
However it is, Final Destination sounds like a Disney ride by comparison!
:-)
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