Nature of Fear...
I think perhaps I enjoy the taste of fear. I tend to conjure up fear in myself when there is nothing to fear. When the shit hits the fan though I find myself calm and composed reacting to situations with serenity. It is really interesting and I am not quite sure why this phenomenon occurs. Yesterday, my car got t-boned by a quite young and quite reckless female driver. I made a stop in the left lane to make a left turn into a gas station after looking around and seeing no one. As soon as I start too move, the unruly vehicle comes barreling from around the bend at excessive speeds. I looked to my left as soon as I heard the screech and knew that I didn't have enough time vacate its path. I did what every Federation Captain would do in a situation like that. I braced for impact. I took a fat gash on my back but all and all I was fine. The entire situation played out and I was calm. Cool as a cucumber. I have had many harrowing situations in my life all handled quite calmly by myself. But right now. I am stressing over calling a wonderful girl tonight and asking her out to coffee. Do you realize what this means? I would rather be in a car accident than trying to talk to a girl right now! How the hell did this happen?