ONE: That I will be wrongly convicted of a crime I didn’t commit.
TWO: That my cat will sit on my face whilst I’m asleep and suffocate me.
THREE: That I have slept for two days and missed a day of work – somehow without anyone calling me to find out where I am.
FOUR: When I go to meet someone at a planned place, at a planned time, I worry that I invented the plan myself and they won’t show up, despite having proof on my phone that the plan was indeed made by both of us.
FIVE: That I sleep talk all my secrets, even though I don’t have any secrets.
SIX: Halfway through a really high note of a song (that I’ve already committed to sing) I worry that people other than my boyfriend can hear my caterwauling.
SEVEN: That somehow what I’m listening to on Spotify is being broadcast on my Facebook page. Although is there any shame in Celine Dion and Lisa Loeb?
EIGHT: Sometimes mid-conversation I am gripped with the fear that I have forgotten my accent and started using another one without trying to or being able to hear it. This has never actually happened (to my knowledge).
NINE: That the way I have been pronouncing my name (correctly) for 27 years is incorrect and next time some administrator asks me it over the phone they’re going to erupt into laughter.
TEN: That all my friends have gone to the trouble of creating alternate WhatsApp group chats without me to talk about me behind my back, or simply to avoid having to listen to my ‘jokes’.