Ironically, it's probably because I'm a little bit neurotic. Whenever we go on trips or do something a little adventurous all I can think of is body bags. This was especially true this half-term. We took the older teens to PlayZone and one of them announced a few days before, "I'm really excited; although, the last time I went to PlayZone I dislocated my shoulder." From that moment I kept imagining her lifeless body in the ball pit after breaking her neck or something. Then there was the drive there and back. It was on a motorway. I was driving. It was a accident that should have happened, but fortunately didn't. They all survived. (One felt slightly sick, but that's okay.)
Then we had a picnic in the park, and with this latest E. coli outbreak, I was worried I'd poison my youth with unwashed grapes or something. Again, no one's died. One cried after bumping into one of the others, but it was still a successful event in my book.
With all this preoccupation over the hypothetical death of a teen, the relief I feel when they all get to see another day means that any other problems that happened seem insignificant. So, perhaps my neuroticism is a blessing in disguise.
- Are you a neurotic individual?
- What irrational fears do you have?
- What was your worse experience on a trip (at school, with your family)?