somebody … pls …

You know, when I was with my old car, I used to be carefree, bold and dangerous. Heck, I don’t even give a hoot about a dog crossing the road. So what if I run over a dog ? Not that I’m gonna have to bury or organize a funeral for that four legged son of a bitch. I don’t respect potholes nor bumps. And I can basically go anywhere with my car ..dirt roads, slum car parks, ghetto markets, moon, mars, jupiter .. anywhere….

What about me with my new car now ? I started to get paranoid. I begin to slow down to almost a halt when I see potholes or uneven road. I started to get phobia on driving my car to any places with high concentration of traffic. I started to worry about tyre pressure … the gas … the noise .. everything. I begin to have nightmares — that somebody might scratch my car … some bird might took a dump on my car’s brand new layer of metallic paint … some other vehicle gang banging my second wife Lorraine …

I’m starting to lose my appetite to whack food … lose my interest in girls and sex … and before long, i will lose my social life to isolate myself in a dark corner succumbing to my own mental fear… Arrgggh

Somebody… please… tell me this is suppose to be normal.