(since I couldnt think of anything at first): To never max out any of my characters on WoW or any other MMORPG game I start playing. Yes, I will be one of those old hags (or maybe a cool grandma?) playin online with a bunch of “kids”! Heck, I may even TEACH them a thing or three- including pen/paper games, cards, reading tarot, astrology charts, etc. =D
Id say an addict in prison not being able to see my family . I’ve struggled with cocaine addiction for the past few years. John T, it ain’t fun and after a while it certainly isn’t testing the waters. Its exspensive and it just simply hurts to walk in a dope house and see stacks of hundreds and i watch as my 50 bucks is added to the pile. Yeah, I could see me in prison for murdering these leeches.
The other vision is a hermit with stacks of books and video games around me not wanting to leave. I dream of the writing thing, then fading into obscurity, wealthy of course. However, Im sure I’ll sand and paint cars until I just can’t do it anymore. Yeah. Should have finished that degree in library science.
Losing one of my cats in the miscellaneous stuff that I’m starting to just… leave around the house so that my husband and I have something tangible to be upset with eachother over, rather than this vague feeling of unhappiness that lives in our relationship.
I worry that I’m going to stay where I am mentally and emotionally, even though I feel myself wilting and shutting down because of it. I tell myself that there will come a breaking point and I will walk away from this and build something new, but every day feels like it could be a breaking point if I only cared enough to treat it as such.
I worry that I’ll wake up twenty years from now and see every opportunity I had to be happy and hate myself for letting each and every one slip by.
I worry that my kid will grow up and do as much worrying about his mom’s mental health and fretting about how to set boundaries within our relationship as I do with my own mother.
I guess I’m truly worried about never snapping out of this. Ick.
Marrying somebody who likes that I buy her stuff and carries on extramarital affairs when she loses interest in me or gets “grass is greener” syndrome.
ETA (for extra scary): and yet who I am so hopelessly devoted to that even knowing this i can’t stop myself from continuing to support her because, apparently, I’m an idiot.