I would speculate a lot. Sometimes it was serious, sometimes it wasn't. I would get the funniest thoughts, random scenarios. "What if people didn't have any lips?" And I would want to share them. Or I would worry."What if you get in a car accident?" I worried that everything that could possibly go wrong, would go wrong.
Your response whenever I voiced these thoughts--whether a ridiculous hypothetical situation or a legitimate concern--was always the same. "What if..?" You would throw it right back at me. As if there were so many infinite possibilities that could happen, why speculate? You didn't get it. Maybe I did worry too much about what might happen. Maybe I should have relaxed a little more. In your mind, why worry? What was the point of all these "what if's"?
Well, buddy, if you don't worry about "what if's" at least some of the time then you're asking for disaster. I admit I sometimes worry more than I should, but at least I'm always prepared. At least I'm cautious and careful.
As if that weren't annoying enough, you were totally hypocritical about it. "What if we have a miscarriage?" (Ignore how naive I was to think we would actually get married and have kids someday). You worried about things all the time. You had your share of "what if's". Hypocrite. Like I said.
And now, on Twitter you're all like "What if it changed everything? Blah blah blah." Well, honey, according to you I can't live my entire life by "what if's." I don't have enough time or energy or emotional stability to spend worrying about what you might have to say. Excuse me if I don't jump at the chance to talk to you. Excuse me for having a life, for being busy, for trying to forget about you so I can actually feel better.
If you have something serious to tell me, just spit it out. Don't leave me guessing whether or not it's worth my time.
Tell me, please. Tell me what it is, if it is something that will change my world. I have to know, now.
