Hands Up, Brass On, Knock Out

I may be one of those paranoid people who has spent most of their lives fighting up hill that when an easy slide to home-base comes I always believe that somehow some where a runner is going to smack me in the side, ball in glove, and I'm out. Do I fear success? Can I answer that honestly? Not right now. No. It seems I'm always talking about how successful and blah blah so full of myself blah blah. I'm not, I'm scared shitless constantly that everything will suddenly take a turn south and I'll be ass deep in alligators. Is this a well based fear?

Dammit, I don't know, you tell me.

I think I'll just dedicate this whole post to fear of the unknown, fear of the future. All that jazz. Fear is a many splendid thing, well... primal fear is because primal fear saves one ass in dangerous situations. So that fear is fine but this fear, this fear of the future and things I cannot control. This is not something I would consider a fear with merit. No, this is bullshit. I really need to stop cursing by the by. Anyway, I'm afraid that by letting myself fear the future I might just be shielding myself from better things to come. I feel stupid.

Deuces and Lilies,
BlackCherryBombshell


Look ma, no smilies!