My Greatest Fear #14: Eyeball Papercuts

I love to drive with the windows down. I don’t use the AC often because a nice breeze is about 10x better.

However, I only roll down the two windows in the back of my Camry and the passenger window. The reason? It’s not about the hair.

I’m afraid that something will sail into my window and slice my eye.

Really.

Now, I understand that the chances of happening are slim to none, especially if I’m wearing sunglasses. But this is how irrational fears work. If there’s the slightest chance for something to happen and you have the ability to reduce that possibility, you will. At least, I will.

I've always wanted to wear one of these suits.

There’s a line in Dumb and Dumber that illustrates this point (this is somewhat paraphrased).

Lloyd: What do you think the chances of a guy like you and a girl like me… ending up together?

Mary: Not good. I’d say like… one out of a million.

Lloyd: So you’re telling me there’s a chance!

Also, in my defense, I have actually had my eye sliced by an unseen object. It happened while walking down a blustery London street a few years ago. I don’t know what it was, but it hurt quite a bit, and I could barely see out of that eye for a day or two.

Am I alone in this fear or can anyone relate?