I am and I freely admit it for all of my friends to use against me anytime they want.
And they do.
But they are too. Just not in the same way.
I freely confess my biggest fear is snakes, and heights, and birds (no, I never saw that movie), and being so far out in the water I can’t see land, sharks (I saw Jaws), not having 30 pair of shoes, or not having 45 purses, and canned biscuits. Hey, these are my unreasonable fears. Go get your own if you don’t already have some.
I’m not afraid of bats. I had to catch one when I was a teenager babysitting for three children who don’t speak English and one got in the house. Who else was going to save them from the blood sucking creature? I caught it with a crab net and put it in a coffee can. My brother doused it with Raid. It didn’t survive.
I’m not afraid of ghosts, yet. I did spend the night in my aunt’s haunted apartment and vaguely remember strange things happening, objects moving, door slamming, and the like. But that happens at my house every day. There are things that moved that I have yet to locate. Doors slam every time the windows open. I’m used to it.
I don’t think I’m afraid of the Headless Horseman, but I am afraid of horses so I guess it’s possible.
I’m not afraid of spiders, lizards, worms, moles (the animal not the ones on the skin), dogs, cats, or other critters boys tend to bring home to their mommy, except the aforementioned slithering belly to the ground serpents.
I’m not afraid of people seeing my house in disarray. It’s the only way my house ever is.
I’m not afraid of having the worst lawn on the street. My grandchildren ride their four-wheeler in the yard. I like that more than I fear the lawn patrol. To be honest, I’m more afraid of being run over by a young untrained driver.
Apparently I am not afraid of weight. If you are the same way let me know, I have some I can share with you.
I am not afraid of making a fool of myself. I do it every day and freely confess it in my blog.
I am not afraid of taking risks. I am the person who not only climbs out on the limb but I will saw it off and figure out how to get down safely once the limb has been separated from the tree.
I am not afraid of speaking my mind, even when the words come out wrong, the thoughts get garbled, and the meaning is misconstrued.
I am not afraid of trying new things as long as they don’t involve birds, sharks, heights, snakes, long distances out in the ocean, the lack of shoes and/or purses, or canned biscuits.
I am not afraid to post this before Halloween.
From the life and mind of: Wanda M. Argersinger
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