My response to the Daily Prompt titled Awkward.
As the title of this post says. This is the thing that keeps me up at night.
Specifically it’s the memories of all the awkward and stupid things that have happened to me in my life or that I’ve done in my life.
Sadly that is a list a lot longer that I’m willing to admit to. And yes that includes even myself.
I can go years without remembering some of these instances but in those moments when I’m alone and everything is quiet, or just as I am about to drift off to sleep, BAM! There they are. Playing over and over again in my head.
It’s like one of the worst kinds of torture imaginable because there is nothing you can do. You know what is about to happen, you know the cringe you are about to inflict upon yourself or the opportunity you are about to miss, and you just have to watch it happen and know that it happened.
I shudder just thinking about some of them while others make me feel sick.
I hate this prompt so I’m leaving it here. It’s already forced me to remember things I’d rather not remember.
And yes I know I didn’t actually share any of those memories. What do you think I am? Mad? I’m taking them to the grave.