Fear is an interestingly subjective matter. I have wandered the middle east, been lost and stranded in the ghetto of Paris alone, and been hit on in dodgy areas of Moscow just to name a few. I sometimes forget these things happened when I find myself almost paralyzed by the decisions of everyday, normal life. The most recent of these decisions is scary notion called "establishing roots" which I have recently found myself thrown into. This includes things that most young adults do when they move somewhere, and it involves investing in things that require longevity in order to be worthwhile. I would rather face the middle east, ghetto, or metro all over again than, say, sign a year-long contract for an apartment. I decided to start small with a gym membership (although I kept it to a three month contract and made sure I knew the consequences of cancellation). Then I moved up to my very own library card, rather than borrowing my friend's. After that things got crazy. I actually registered as a voter and applied for a new driver's license. This was followed by buying a car. I'm not sure what's gotten into me. I'm just not thinking about it. This being a grown-up stuff is rough. Perhaps that's why I've put it off for so long. I still haven't worked up to finding somewhere to live, but look at me, I'm unstoppable. And who knows, maybe I'll get wild and crazy and actually buy a pillow. Although that might be too much of an investment... I'll have to think about it.
I'm not sayin'; I'm just sayin'.
I'm not sayin'; I'm just sayin'.
