The fear of the unknown is what's scary.
Well, to me anyway.
I need to know what's coming. I need to have a good vision in my head of what will be.
This truly is why I've had anxiety since I was a kid.
I remember lying in bed at the ripe age of 8, and had just learned more about the universe. I had learned how it goes on forever.
My immature brain just couldn't comprehend this information.
to be quite honest, i still can't get it
I would think to myself: but it has to end because everything ends. So what's at the end? A pasture of cows? But then that has to end too! So what's after that?!?! Something has to be after that!!!!
I would lie awake and my thoughts would go on and on and I'd get more panicked because it just didn't make any sense. Everything has edges!
Even a circle has an outer edge! And after that edge is air, but then the air would end with the next article full of molecules that may be beside it.
I wouldn't sleep because of the terror of this new information that just wasn't logical. It was my first experience of anxiety driven insomnia. I didn't know there would be more to come.
it's amazing i don't have an ulcer by now
I was looking at the cute 4 pane picture that Papi and I got at a photo booth in Seattle on one of our tattoo expeditions.
Mi esposo es guapo!
Si, Papi es caliente! This is something I know. I look at that pic full of love and laughs, and I see such a gorgeous spouse.
My fear of the unknown is that Papi will be unattractive. I'm starting to see this as a wee bit silly.
If my love is attractive now, then that should stay the same, no? It's not like mi esposo is going in for the 'hideous plastic surgery package'. There's no appointments for getting a larger nose, buck teeth, a wandering eye, a triple chin, a very high forehead and lack of neck.
No, this isn't what's happening.
I look at this picture in terms of the now. It was only taken a couple of weeks ago, and Papi is still as attractive and good hearted as that day. I'm still feeling gratitude that I'm married to an amazing being.
But that little girl? Oh, she's in there. She's telling me lies about how the unknown is utterly terrifying. She's telling me that there will be one scary being to look forward to.
The vision she throws at me is really not nice. All she can see is a middle aged, pot bellied, male pattern balding 'man', with a gross bushman beard.
I'm not a fan of facial hair. Papi knows this. But my love really wants the experience of having that manly trait.
all i see is that picture that has scarred me for life ...
The little girl is so afraid of this happening.
The little girl needs to take a chill pill. But then, that would probably have her cascading into another fit of addiction.
The eternal get away.
She just wants a 'thought vacation'.