The worst case senaraio, the beginning of Jack Sherman.

Jack Sherman put on his coat and hat and mumbled to himself as he headed for the door. “Might be cold, even worse I might get stuck in a snow storm, If it were to snow”. Being the middle of September in Seattle that wasn’t very logical, yet he had to say it. Jack wasn’t an optimist not at all yet he couldn’t help himself. He always thought the worst thing would happen. He expected it to. In Jacks mind lived a man horrified to live. He was afraid of drowning, fire, germs, and bugs creepy crawlies of any kind. Jack was afraid of people and their intentions towards him so much so that he only had a few close friends his whole life, which up till now was thirty eight years. Jack was an attractive man chiseled features big alluring eyes a color that caught you off guard when you looked into them. It was almost breathtaking. That’s not how Jack saw himself. He saw when he looked into the mirror a sad older man short, and kind of stubby with not allot to offer. He saw a man that life had treated unkindly, and used and abused and threw away. He was very unhappy most of the time; he walked around with his shoulders slightly hunched over and no smile on his face to be seen. His posture and lack of emotions at all on his face were purposefully, as to say I don’t care anymore, and I want you to notice please. Jack’s eyes didn’t sparkle anymore as they had when he was a younger man, a man that had dreams, and a different outlook on the world that hadn’t been jaded by years of disappointments, and failures. His was a self created prison where he was the prisoner, and the warden. He could let himself out any time he wanted to, but that was just it he didn’t want to. He had come to love his misery like a child likes to open the curtains in the morning on a school day and find snow. He loved his misery so much because it never let him down. It did just want he expected, and it was his security blanket. A blanket with holes, and tears from time, but comforting, like you could grab it and pull it around your neck and face to hide from the world outside. Jack thought that if he stuck his hand out for someone to shake it would get cut off or at least be full of germs, germs that would make Jack a very sick man.