If you’re anything like me, you spend a lot of time being afraid of things.
Of course, this fear doesn’t manifest as horror-film-worthy terror, and I (mostly) don’t run down the street screaming, not by a long shot. We’re way more clever than that, me and my fear. We mask it with other, more socially acceptable justifications. For instance…
- “Oh, I’m not afraid to go to that party. I’m just tired.”
- “Me? Afraid of asking for a raise? Pfft! Naw, the reason I’m not asking for more money is because they have this policy that disqualifies me…”
- “Auditions don’t scare me. I’m choosing not to throw my hat in the ring because I’m not the type they want.”
If anything, fear is a master of disguise. And to be completely honest? That pisses me off. And it scared me a little, too (SEE WHAT I MEAN!?).