Sometimes I think life is quite strange. Princess flowerbloom is waiting and waiting for a certain event to happen, but she's scared to death of it happening. I told her it was just anticipation but she insists that it's fear.
It's quite mad but I can recognise this weird thing in myself too. I want something to happen and am waiting tensely, quite on edge, for it to happen. As it approaches, I want it more and more; then suddenly fear creeps insidiously into my anticipation. I don't know why this happens and sometimes it adds to the joy of finally getting it, and at other times, sours that moment.
Does anyone else ever ever feel this way too? As isky would say, psychoanalyse this!
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