Have you ever had the feeling that you are walking on thin ice? That’s precisely what I am feeling right now. And I hate it. Because it is cold. It is slippery and wet. And I never know if my next step will lead me crashing into icy cold waters.
It’s more a psychological feeling than a literal feeling that I am actually, you know, feeling.
And it’s just not right. Because my world right now is perfect. The weather’s perfect. Metaphorically speaking that is. It’s autumn. My favourite weather. There are maple leaves around me, falling gently from bright orange tree tops. It’s breezy. It’s neither too hot nor too cold.
And yet, this feeling. Of walking on thin ice.
It’s like cobwebs forming in the corners of my mind, this thought. Just cleaning them is not helping. They keep coming back. They keep spinning their webs. Damned spiders.
I need to kill them. The spiders I mean.
And I need to get the thin ice out of my mind.
Either that, or I need to lose weight.