Be The Spoon

I have long been plagued (blessed) with the tendency (compulsion) to mentally prepare myself for horrible event turnings. Which is to say, I already have relevant jokes in place to tell in the years following the accidental severing of my left hand.

In any case, my wife seems to believe this tendency is some sort of handicap, since I don't appear to fully enjoy, say, the simple pleasures of a friendly party when I am spending my time thinking about what to do if I find chips of human bone in the cake or if the host suddenly pulls a gun.

In any case, I mostly just wrote this because I found a quote from William Barrett I wanted to post:

"Anxiety is not fear, being afraid of this or that definite object, but the uncanny feeling of being afraid of nothing at all. It is precisely Nothingness that makes itself present and felt as the object of our dread."

So there. I fear Nothing.