Posts Tagged ‘Fears’

If They Were True, They Were Just Statements Of Fact

June 13, 2018

The worst insults I’ve ever taken to heart were never the ones that were true, but the ones in my heart of hearts I was afraid were true.

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Probability Isn’t ALWAYS Your Friend

April 3, 2018

Some time back I mentioned my grandmother and her fears.  What I didn’t mention specifically then was that I saw her fears eat her alive sometimes because she was imaginative enough to see possibilities, but not grounded enough to see probabilities.

That’s why the ability to make that distinction is so important to me.

Like my grandmother, I don’t like being in front of windows, particularly when it’s dark outside and I’m backlit, because I feel like I’m just making the shot a little too easy to make.  But unlike my grandmother, I can recognize that feeling as an imaginative possibility, not a probability that a shot is actually about to be fired.

With that said, I once had a great-uncle who was shot (non-fatally) on his porch because some kids with no concept of ricochet were shooting at turtles about a mile away, so . . . you know . . .

Pretty Deep Thoughts Considering This All Started From Something I Read In A Comic Book

December 11, 2017

I’m in an odd place (philosophically speaking) right now.  Hopes and fears really are more closely intertwined than most people like to believe, aren’t they?

I mean, for instance, I know a number of people are fearing “the end of the world” (or at least the world as they know it) right now, but behind some of that fear I can feel some of them hoping for the end.  Maybe it’s so they can be “right,” or maybe it’s because their need for things to just . . . stop has become so huge, or maybe it’s for another reason entirely, but they’re still hoping for it almost as much as they’re afraid of it.

Now that I think about it, I’ve known this to be true for some time, but I guess I didn’t want to admit to myself that I knew it.

Huh.

It’s A Valid Fear

June 21, 2016

So I see that another one of those “Things about me” lists is making the rounds on my social media, and the second entry on said list is “Biggest fear.”

It should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me at all that my mental response to that was “Biggest fear:  Being foolish enough to post my biggest fear on social media.”

In THAT Case . . . You’re Pretty Much Guaranteed To Learn Something

January 29, 2016

(Inspired by a true story.)

MRI, while a useful diagnostic tool, remains just a tool, and you don’t always learn something when you enter an MRI scanner.

Unless, of course, you’re didn’t know that you were claustrophobic before you entered . . .

Tears For Fears

May 21, 2012

Last night was a rough one for the household.  For reason’s unknown, L. spent a good chunk of the night screaming; the working theory was he was having nightmares.  It’s hard to ask an eighteen-month-old something like that and get a definite answer, but that’s certainly what it felt like, at least.

Naturally this prompted at least one person to ask, “What could a child that age be having nightmares about?!  Is that even possible?”

They’re reasonable questions; I asked them of myself, in fact.

What specifically he might have been having nightmares about I currently have no good way to answer, but as for possible . . . well . . .  Let’s just say that when I asked myself that question I felt a wave of long ago nights and undefined childhood fears that I had no way to express, and . . .

Yeah, I’d say it’s possible.