Feelings linger longer than the distinct memories. I remember how I felt, but I don’t remember what I felt like that about. I don’t remember why I felt it. But I remember the feeling.
I don’t get scared much. Not really a point to it. Some people worry a lot about their next drop. Where will it be? Who will see it? Will I fall and embarrass myself?
Embarrassment seems like a waste of energy. We all have it. We all do it. We all have drops. Why make a secret out of it?
I mean, sure, I don’t really want to see an Old One drop a leg and an arm right in front of me so I trip over her. That would just be a mess. It kind of sucks to watch them try to get up on the other leg, and collect up the dropped limbs. Stand there until someone with a cart comes by…or try to hop. yeah. that really sucks to watch.
Some of the bullies laugh, sure. But most of us just look uncomfortably away. It could be us just as easily. Eventually.
An arm and a leg at once. People are afraid of that. Me? Maybe I’m just lucky ‘cuz I usually only drop a finger. Maybe when I’m a lot older, I’ll be more scared. But I doubt it. Not worth the energy, really.