It’s not a sign of weakness, I don’t think, because I’m generally really brave. Things I am not afraid of: spiders, snakes, blood, guts, (seeing or eating), falling or flying, the dark or heights. Geese used to freak me out, because I thought irrational fears were fun, but I mean how scary can something that delicious truly be? Failure has become less loom-y and staying static sounds pretty comfy, if there are pillows involved. The same goes for death (depending on the pillow stipulation of course). But man, I am as jumpy as a crackwhore on the fourth of July.
I Hate Surprise Sudden Noises by Merissa RenIn by New Author on February 18, 2011 at 6:55 pm