I’m afraid if I lived on this road it would intensify my tendency to focus on the clouds behind a silver lining. I’m one of those people who has to fight for positivity, and living on Misery Point Road might make these kinds of thoughts run through my head more often than they usually do:

I wonder if my cellphone is giving me a brain tumor.

If only I’d starting doing bicep curls years ago–too late now.

Now that the warranty is up, I guess the car will fall apart.

What if everyone is laughing at me?

What if no one notices me?

I’ll eat these raw oysters, but I’m sure I’ll get food poisoning.

Will anyone show up at my party?

If I hadn’t lived like a grasshopper, I’d have a house on Easy Street.

What’s the point?

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