Utter Failures

Realize that this is a hyperbole. Obviously my greatest fear in the whole realm of existence isn't this. That would be crazy. There are so many horrible things I could fear, but ignorance and removal from the majority of significant threats prevent those things from being very real to me. For example, some people live every day with the threat of bombs going off where they live. I am thankful that I don't really have that worry. Yes, a plane could crash on my house, but since that's so far removed -- so unlikely -- I just don't really fear it. So what is it that I fear most? The vicious predator that lurks in your gardens. She hides in plain sight. She waits for just the right moment to make her move, and once you've faced her wrath, you can never be the same. Great evil ones have gone before her: Shelob, Khan, Jabba the Hutt, the Kardashians. But none can match the depths of her depravity. She is the fearsome: Yep. The ladybug. You might be wondering wh...

The words say: Air Conditioned Please Close Doors Welp...so much for that.

(I try to make scifi/fantasy tie-ins with my blogs, but I can't think of anything off-hand. So for this fire-related dream, have a Charizard). (http://natsuakai.deviantart.com/art/Charizard-330346367) Jeremy:  I was sleeping. Laura woke up, climbed over me, and jumped out of bed. That's how I woke up. She took off down the hall in her underwear. If I wasn't awake with you climbing over me, I was awake when you were thumping around in the hall. I started coming to trying to understand what was going on. The hallway light was on, and she was standing there wide eyed. She asked me where the smoke was coming from. I told her to please shut up (I was very tired) and get in bed. I went back to sleep as she got back in bed. Laura: Ok this is what happened. I was asleep and I seem to remember Jeremy getting up to go to the bathroom or something. But he remembers just being in bed, so I guess that was part of my dream. Anyway, I'm having this dream that the house is...

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*credit to hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/ for images. While I'm very comfortable driving now, it was not always so. A long, long time ago in a galaxy far away, I was taking my driving test for my license. In Georgia, you could get your permit with just a written test (easy peasy) and then when you turned 16, you could take the driver test for your license. No logged hours or driving schools were necessary. When I first got behind the wheel of our Taurus, I was terrified. Any knowledge I had stored away about how the car worked (knobs, buttons, pedals) just disappeared. How do I car? What are drive? I started with driving just around the neighborhood or in parking lots. Heavy on the gas, jerky on the brake, turning too fast, stopping too suddenly: the usual suspects. I finally got to the point that I could drive well enough to take a test, or so I thought. 16 rolled around. I procrastinated out of anxiety. Finally though, I called the driving place near our house and ...

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