Day 035
Reader! I am scared of you telling me how terrible you find my little remarks on this page! And I am terribly scared that you tell your friends! And imagine what would happen when all my friends and neighbors and family would know of your and your friends bad opinion about my writing. I am horrified even by the mere thought!! - Ok, Reader, do you believe what I just said? Actually I am quite comfortable with whatever you tell or don't tell your friends and whomever. Anyway, this is what fear seems to be in most cases, right? Something, of which the pure imagination let's our blood-flow get thick and our nerve-cells become hysterical. And, as if that wouldn't be enough already, we accumulate more and more horror-visions to the first one. But what exactly made us freeze in terror in the first place? Some button of the past, some sort of strange memory and its contemporary version - unreleased and unnecessary as they may be- was activated by some arbitrary event. And from that moment on we waste our creativity writing a horror movie inside our brains. How about deactivating the impulse to jump at the little bad news, so terrifying to our egos? Why not play it a bit cool by loosening the head-cuffs next time? . . .just drop them . . ."