…but you can’t figure out what it is. Write down everything that could possibly happen during the day that could be something for you to dread.
A heavy box could easily fall from one of the racks at work, bludgeoning my head in. Maybe a fire will finally start in the meat section, blazing out of control and cooking everything from pork chops to employees. If one of the bolts holding the shelves in the back room were to snap, the weight of the contents could send the heavy steel racks toppling down, splattering me into a fine paste. Unless someone isn’t paying attention while running the power equipment and turning a corner too fast, goring me painfully.
However, I could die on my way to work. Get T-boned by a truck in the middle of an intersection, crushing the car like an empty tin can and turning me into something akin to hamburger. Or maybe suffer a flat tire or brake failure and run through a post or fence, causing something long and sharp to hurtle through the windshield and into something rather soft and vital. Or maybe the engine will just explode in a fiery roar, incinerating everything inside into a greasy blackened husk.
That’s assuming of course that I don’t trip down the stairs, toppling head over heel until snapping my neck on the bottom with a sickening snap. Perhaps I’ll choke on my food, forcing my face to turn all sorts of funny little colors as the life is drained from my body. That’s assuming I don’t slip on a wet spot left in the middle of the kitchen and smash my head against the sharp counter, cracking my skull open and spilling gray matter all over the floor. There’s always the possibility of a fire breaking out at home too.
It’s all moot, however, if I choke to death on my own spit while I sleep. Which doesn’t sound pleasant at all.
And that’s just the lethal issues I face. What if it’s my wife who will face one of these terrible fates? Or maybe she’ll be tired of my face and finally leave me alone and heartbroken? What would I do and where would I go? Then again, what if she gets another traffic ticket? One that we can’t afford this time.
Maybe I’m fired. My work is shutting down and I’m jobless now. It’s slim pickings out there and we can’t afford to miss a paycheck right now. We could lose our home and end up living in the streets. Or it might not be that bad and I’m just getting demoted back to the bottom. That’s still a job, right? A serious pay cut, but not that bad all things considered. That is unless the store did start ablaze while I wasn’t there. That’s a totally different way of getting fired, now isn’t it?
So many ways that the day can go terribly terribly wrong. Of course, it could also just be gas.
Behind the Random: As a pessimist, I tend to look at everything that can wrong with something. There’s no way I could realistically point out every vague way a day can go bad, let along consider every specific thing. It was morbidly fun to think of all the different ways I could die in a single day though. And that’s just scratching the surface. Makes you wonder how people ever survive 24 hours, let alone years.