Fancy That
It is entirely possible that I am the most pathetically afraid person on the planet. I am lazy. There are many things I should do. Or try. But I don't. While you are excusing my attempt at depth, I'll note that I have thought about this off and on for years (mebbe the middle of HS or so?). And all I've every been able to come up with is that I don't work at anything because I'm afraid I'll fail. (In case you're thinking it, I've always thought the "you're afraid to succeed" argument was a load of crap. I wouldn't be at a loss for what to do if I succeeded, I would go on with my life and spend it playing with baby horses.) You see, if I work really hard to do the best I possibly can and I fail, all those people who've spent the last 16 years talking about how smart I am are all wrong. Now, if I'd worked hard and tried to train my horse every day back when I was showing and we still didn't win, the two-ish people who thought I was a good horsewoman would be wrong and I would be right. You see, the only thing I'm good at is being smart. So if I'm right that I'm not good at anything else and they are all wrong about me being smart, well, I'm kind of at the end of it all. And *then* I wouldn't know what to do. That's about the scariest thing ever.