Do kids still call each other "scaredy cat"? I feel like they probably have harder insults now. Six year olds probably call each other "pussy".
I'm a scaredy cat. I don't have a single phobia that stands out above all others (except maybe claustrophobia); just mild generalized anxiety and a general minor-level fear of pretty much everything.
They say to do something that scares you every day, but that seems ambitious to me. I'm aiming to do one thing that scares me every year. It wasn't a conscious decision at first, but more a matter of not wanting to let fear stand in the way of doing something I want to do. It's been a pretty successful experiment:
2007 – Heights: I went zip lining in the jungle in Puerto Vallarta. Since then, I've been on the zip lines at Capilano Suspension Bridge and the Tree Course on the island. I'm hoping to try paragliding this year.
2008 – Needles: I donated blood. I've now donated six times and I have my next appointment scheduled for the new year.
2009 –Birds: For Russ' birthday, I bought us both a day of learning about falconry at Raptor Ridge, which includes actually working with a predatory bird. We were scheduled for a date in October, but bad weather meant that we've had to delay it until March. So there had to be a revision:
2009 – Babies: So many things to be scared of: They are fragile, especially when they still can't hold up their own heads. They are messy (I have a 'thing' about being dirty or sticky). And, worst of all, there's the rejection: if they cry, what if it's because you did something wrong? Maybe you held them wrong, or you smell funny, or your voice is ugly, or your face is weird, or you have bad energy...
When my friend had a baby, I could put off holding him until he was big enough to walk and talk a little, because all my friends wanted to hold our group's first baby. But then my sister had a baby in July, and it was time to get over it. Get over myself.
Doing pretty good, if I do say so myself.
Next: Birds in 2010, then maybe, one day, caving. Or maybe not.
I'm a scaredy cat. I don't have a single phobia that stands out above all others (except maybe claustrophobia); just mild generalized anxiety and a general minor-level fear of pretty much everything.
They say to do something that scares you every day, but that seems ambitious to me. I'm aiming to do one thing that scares me every year. It wasn't a conscious decision at first, but more a matter of not wanting to let fear stand in the way of doing something I want to do. It's been a pretty successful experiment:
2007 – Heights: I went zip lining in the jungle in Puerto Vallarta. Since then, I've been on the zip lines at Capilano Suspension Bridge and the Tree Course on the island. I'm hoping to try paragliding this year.
2008 – Needles: I donated blood. I've now donated six times and I have my next appointment scheduled for the new year.
2009 –
2009 – Babies: So many things to be scared of: They are fragile, especially when they still can't hold up their own heads. They are messy (I have a 'thing' about being dirty or sticky). And, worst of all, there's the rejection: if they cry, what if it's because you did something wrong? Maybe you held them wrong, or you smell funny, or your voice is ugly, or your face is weird, or you have bad energy...
When my friend had a baby, I could put off holding him until he was big enough to walk and talk a little, because all my friends wanted to hold our group's first baby. But then my sister had a baby in July, and it was time to get over it. Get over myself.
Doing pretty good, if I do say so myself.
Next: Birds in 2010, then maybe, one day, caving. Or maybe not.
- Mood:
cheerful
If you are reading this post, then you and I are inhabiting a universe sufficiently similar as to be both alive. In other words, I made it, with no ill effects except the cringing.
Cringing, you say?
After knocking me out to eliminate psychosomatic effets, the anaesthetic my dentist tried first, to get a baseline for my allergic reactions, was lidocaine. Lidocaine, the single number one most common garden-variety over-the-counter local anaesthetic in the gobsmacking culture. And I was perfectly fine.
I don't know what the heck my allergist was talking about twenty years ago.
But now I am extremely woozy beyond the common limits of wooze, and I must take an extended drug-amplified nap.
Cringing, you say?
After knocking me out to eliminate psychosomatic effets, the anaesthetic my dentist tried first, to get a baseline for my allergic reactions, was lidocaine. Lidocaine, the single number one most common garden-variety over-the-counter local anaesthetic in the gobsmacking culture. And I was perfectly fine.
I don't know what the heck my allergist was talking about twenty years ago.
But now I am extremely woozy beyond the common limits of wooze, and I must take an extended drug-amplified nap.
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rilwyn
I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning breklor
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning breklor.
Still amazed at so many people's inability to think...my brother complaining that he can't understand some of my stupid facebook updates-learn to read, duh. Or the GW's insisting that the science is in-well, yes-science that has been altered to suit IPC's purpose. Or the cute pics in the telegraph about starving polar bears resorting to cannibalism. Ignoring some basic facts about polar bears: Males will eat cubs. So will wolves. Polar bears are also scavengers, so, there's to possibilities as to where the pic came from. Oh, and eight sightings of cannibalism, amongst a vast population? Aint exactly starving.
And so on and so forth. Or, on a site where I proposed an in house solution, one that renders climatchange conferences moot, and can even work, whether or not the carbon tax is proposed-alternative power sources-to which the reaction is, "How dare you propose a workable solution! And one that solves the whole thing! I want the carbon tax-yeah, because those that want, are likely cyclists and greenies, so they won't have to pay, in their mind.
On top of the manipulated data, there are now economists-stockbrokers, players in the field, weighing in on the cap and tax, saying "I can manipulate the cap and tax to my own ends-believe me when I say that's what's going to happen. And it's a non-trickle down, money goes to the top kinda game."
And it won't stop the climate from changing-if it's real, and let's assume it is, reduce those carbon emissions, means diddly. The change, if it is real, by now will be metastatic.
This crap is the tip of a very corrupt iceberg. The corruption is all over the place-not that that means much-humans have done business a certain way-usually called protecting one's own ass, for millions of years. And in spite of that, we seem to get along just fine.
That, and I suspect quite a few just don't know how I think. Don't care to elucidate, either. Most seem to try and pigeonhole me into one form of thought or another. That shit never works. I can see the gears grinding away, and just to piss people off, I'll switch gears. North americans are easily confused.
And so on and so forth. Or, on a site where I proposed an in house solution, one that renders climatchange conferences moot, and can even work, whether or not the carbon tax is proposed-alternative power sources-to which the reaction is, "How dare you propose a workable solution! And one that solves the whole thing! I want the carbon tax-yeah, because those that want, are likely cyclists and greenies, so they won't have to pay, in their mind.
On top of the manipulated data, there are now economists-stockbrokers, players in the field, weighing in on the cap and tax, saying "I can manipulate the cap and tax to my own ends-believe me when I say that's what's going to happen. And it's a non-trickle down, money goes to the top kinda game."
And it won't stop the climate from changing-if it's real, and let's assume it is, reduce those carbon emissions, means diddly. The change, if it is real, by now will be metastatic.
This crap is the tip of a very corrupt iceberg. The corruption is all over the place-not that that means much-humans have done business a certain way-usually called protecting one's own ass, for millions of years. And in spite of that, we seem to get along just fine.
That, and I suspect quite a few just don't know how I think. Don't care to elucidate, either. Most seem to try and pigeonhole me into one form of thought or another. That shit never works. I can see the gears grinding away, and just to piss people off, I'll switch gears. North americans are easily confused.