There’s a fellow blogger I admire – If I Were Brave:
http://ifiwerebraveblog.com/ (if I could figure out how to add a link, I’d do so, but this is the best I can do.)
She’s an ordinary woman, a little on the cautious side (in her own opinion), who tries every day to be just a little braver. Of course, she’s really very brave. She writes a blog and shows her thoughts, fears and mighty brain to the world.
But she got me to thinking about bravery.
I’ve done some brave things during my life. My Mom thinks I am very brave. Especially because I have traveled for business on my own, arriving in a strange city, and going where I need to go in my strange rental car, and then – the most difficult part for me – finding my way back to the strange airport.
But I have a lot of fears. Many are good fears. It’s okay to be afraid of death and cancer and war. But many of my fears are rather irrational.
1. King Kong.
This was my first fear. When I was a little kid, tucked into my bed at night, I was terrified to look at my window. I was sure that King Kong was going to be reaching his hairy arm through the window to grab me. Of course, I’m no longer afraid of King Kong, but that mighty ape has translated in adulthood as a fear of ground floor bedrooms. I know that there is no King Kong to reach me several flights up, but someone could definitely be reaching in from the yard.
2. Ventriloquists’ Dummies and Marionettes. I cringe at those creepy faces. I’ve seen too many Twilight Zone episodes. Even Howdy Doody is not exempt. He’s effing scary.
I’m not afraid of all puppets however. I like Lamb Chop.
3. Clowns. See above.
4. The Dentist.
This doesn’t really need an explanation. Most people fear the dentist. But after years of sheer terror, I had finally found a great dentist – gentle, reassuring, quietly competent – I actually started to act like a sane adult in the dentist’s chair. Right up until he was arrested for stealing drugs from his own patients. Back to square one.
I’m afraid that my heel will get caught in the treads, and I’ll be sucked into the mechanism.
6. Reptiles, specifically crocodiles and alligators.
I can’t even look at them on TV. Fortunately, I live in Connecticut.
7. Winter Driving.
I’m afraid I’ll skid into a ditch on icy roads. Unfortunately, I live in Connecticut.
My husband wants one. A vintage Indian motorcycle. I bought him a vintage Indian t-shirt. He’s not getting a bike.
9. Electrocuting myself. In the bathtub. In a thunderstorm. Thank you, Grandma.