Shopping malls. Not that I'm afraid of them. But the primary focus after arriving at a shopping mall is figuring out the fastest exit strategy.
My wife. Specifically, her finding out how much I REALLY spent on guns and ammo in the last year.
My wife used to get soooo mad when I told our young children that the devil lived in shopping malls. I always thought that instilling a sense of dread with regard to malls was one of the best gifts I could give them as a father.
Mine is kind of existential.
On some level I know this is more of a human condition thing. When I was a kid, I thought adults had all the answers. That the adults knew what was going on.
Now that I *am* an adult, I *have* figured it out. I figured out that adults don't have all the answers. I'm planning a wedding, buying a house, have a full time job with big responsibilities -and I'm just figuring it out as I go, like everyone else.
But for some reason, it terrifies me to think that the people I love, the people who trust in me, and depend on me to take care of them, might someday discover my secret.
That I really have no idea what I'm doing. I'm just riding this life thing out by the seat of my pants. Taking things as I go, and figuring out what I have to along the way using Google and a thorough knowledge of MacGyver.
Shopping malls. Not that I'm afraid of them. But the primary focus after arriving at a shopping mall is figuring out the fastest exit strategy.
Mine is kind of existential.
On some level I know this is more of a human condition thing. When I was a kid, I thought adults had all the answers. That the adults knew what was going on.
Now that I *am* an adult, I *have* figured it out. I figured out that adults don't have all the answers. I'm planning a wedding, buying a house, have a full time job with big responsibilities -and I'm just figuring it out as I go, like everyone else.
But for some reason, it terrifies me to think that the people I love, the people who trust in me, and depend on me to take care of them, might someday discover my secret.
That I really have no idea what I'm doing. I'm just riding this life thing out by the seat of my pants. Taking things as I go, and figuring out what I have to along the way using Google and a thorough knowledge of MacGyver.
Funny... when I was a kid, I thought I had all the answers and adults didn't know a darn thing. Now, the older I get, the smarter my parents are in my mind. I often find myself wondering, "what would Dad do in this situation?" Looking back, he just seemed so much older and wiser than I am now when he was my current age.
I too don't mind heights, but can't stand the thought of falling. I'd go skydiving in a minute because I have the certainty of a parachute, but anytime I'm on a ladder and it's a tiny bit wobbly, I start sweating.
And water I can't see the bottom of. My dad used to tell me stories about taking swim calls in the Med when he was in the Navy. Where the average depth is 4,900 feet. Almost a mile. No thanks, I'll stay in the boat.
Seems to me if something pulled you 7 feet under it'd be a lot easier to get to air than if something pulled you 700 ft under.Anything over your head is the same when it comes to deep water.
Why is 700 foot of depth worse than 7 foot?
Anything over your head is the same when it comes to deep water.
Why is 700 foot of depth worse than 7 foot?
Genital warts.
Anything over your head is the same when it comes to deep water.
Why is 700 foot of depth worse than 7 foot?