Please tell me I’m not the only one.

Last night I was reminiscing about being an aging, yet still tough, GenX and all the cool things we’ve been able to take part of in our lives. I felt blown away that I’ve survived the craziness and am becoming a wise old soul. I’ve never felt so adult before! As I fell asleep I felt small breeze on my toes and I realized my foot went over the edge of the bed which had almost the same effect as I imagine lava would have. I thanked the Gods that I was able to retract my foot back onto the bed before it was removed by a razor sharp sword that slices off vulnerable over-the-edge body parts at night. Close call. I’m also embarrassed that I still take a little hop getting into bed in the dark because I know something under there waits for my feet to get close enough to grab. Was our horror the most traumatic? I’ve never heard my parents or grands talk about scary movies they saw.

What quirks/residual trauma/unusual habits keep your GenX soul humble?