Something wicked this way comes... or someother nonesense like that.

Anticipation is a double edged sword. We can anticipate good things such as birthdays or visits or even the ending of a disastrous term in office. But even when anticipating good things the body still acts as if it were waiting to go to the block. I turned 18 yesterday, so you would think that driving would be second nature to me, especially since my state hands out driving licenses like lollypops but having parents from Pennsylvania they believe the proper age to get a learner’s permit is 16, so I didn't get my licenses until this past August. I also am not the most skilled driver, not that I have been in any serious accidents or anything just that I have a bad habit of running some red-lights and parking dangerously cattycornered. For my birthday I was allowed to visit a good friend of mine that should live about two and a half hours away. I was practically ... no literally, jumping up and down for pure giddy girlish joy when I found that I would be allowed to visit him. I think it had something to do with my Lucky Chucks. Before I finally got in the car for my longest car ride yet there was much work to be done. MapQuest directions had to be found, playlists made, and mace cans refilled.
While the sun was up optimism followed me like a shadow. What could possibly go wrong? I mean the directions seem pretty direct. East, South, then East again. I'm an intelligent well rounded girl; I'll be able to figure it out.
After the sun went down though the vicious grip of possibility closed its nasty hands around my grasping mind. What if I run out of gas? I mean the gage has been broken for months. What if I get lost in the boonies? I've seen Deliverance. What if my my playlist isn't long enough? I have no idea what radio stations are in Augusta!
The pessimistic ideas of hundreds of possible outcomes kept me up. The ceiling itself seemed to play out hundreds of outcomes.
I made it though... it took me three hours, and I did run out of songs but I made it.
My sleepless hours were for nothing because it’s not what I think might happen that matter but what actually does happen that truly matter.
The truth is pessimism and optimism are meaningless, the future is hidden from us as humans and the only moment we know for sure is the one that has just past.