I'm a tad bit apprehensive about heights and spiders. But my real fear, is
fear. Yup. I fear being afraid. My heart races. I break out in a cold sweat. My hands get shakey and clammy. My eyes bulge. If I had hair, it would stand on end. I mumble incoherently. More than normal even. All when I think that there's something that I might be afraid of. I fear thinking about something I might be afraid of. I fret wondering if I
should be afraid of something. Imagine for just a minute with me, there you are, walking down the street on a nice summer day, and crossing the street from the other side, coming straight for you, is a long haired, Nordic Viking. He looks right at you. Your heart begins to beat faster, and you turn to go the other way right in the middle of the street. Coming towards you, having been behind you without your knowing, is a police officer with a night stick. He's looking sternly right at you and you've yet to pay that parking ticket. Afraid that this might cause fear, you panick, you turn a quarter turn and begin running into on coming traffic. There are large trucks and small Volvos all around you. You begin to wonder if you should fear, but, let's face it, a long-haired Nordic Viking
and a cop?!? You vault the first Volvo and tear the seat of your pants. There's a noteable draft. You know. The un
comfortable kind of draft. Then you remember what your mother always used to say, "Don't wear wholey underwear! What would you do if you ended up in the ER with wholey underwear?!?" Now, your fear of a fear coming to fruition strikes. And there! RIGHT THERE!!! Is that word,
fruition, which you
still don't know if that means "coming to past" or "turning gay." And now, there you are. Pursued by a Viking and a cop, in on coming traffic with ripped pants and wholey underwear fearing that you may be turning gay. SEE???!!!!?
I fear fear. It's just too full of potentially worse problems. Fortunately, I can't vault a Volvo.
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