I have said many times over that the two things I fear most are nuclear war and arts and crafts. Actually, it is in reverse order because arts and crafts goes on and on Nuclear war coined the expression, “Over in a flash.”
I used to think being sixty some miles from Boston will have us surviving, but recent reads tell me that the current bombs don’t take out cities, but states. I feel much better.
Knowing it will be quick, lessons my fear, but now I find more time to remember other fears. One house ago we had no air conditioning of any kind. Put aside the fact that I detest humidity and could almost fear it, we had a proper cellar. By proper I mean not like the dirt one that encompasses our current house.
In a proper cellar, we could sleep in it any time the humidity became too bad. Even with a walk out, the cellar was pitch black at night. I remember fearing this darkness even with the company of my wife, dog and cat.
Where do all of our fears originate? Do you have unexplainable fears? Or are they all as proper as good cellars and arts and crafts?