At some point, everybody has to do something they really don’t want to do. The feelings associated with knowing you have to do something you don’t want to do can vary from dread to anxiety. Often times the most common feeling associated with the dread and/or anxiety is fear.
Why are we afraid to jump in the cold water? What is the big deal about buying tampons for your wife or girlfriend (but not both, cuz that is rude)? Do you really need a loaf of bread, five magazines and that pack of gum to hide on top of the condoms at the checkout counter? Why would you be nervous to ask someone to please stop talking in the movie theater? Do you send back the bottle of wine or over cooked steak at the fancy restaurant?
What about that lingering project at work that doesn’t have a hard deadline? How are those TPS reports coming along? Do you ever call in sick to avoid a meeting?
Okay, let’s step it up a little bit. How long did you drag on that bad relationship? Have you ever had to lay somebody off? Did Fluffy really run away to a farm?
Have you told your mom or dad you love them? Do you ever sacrifice a perceived friendship with your children in favor of being the best parent you can be? Are you still having that spat with a relative that is becoming more distant every day? Now that you haven’t talked to your old buddy in so long, is it easier to just ignore them altogether?
We could go on and on here. It’s just that the toughest decision of the day can’t always be what to have for lunch. I mean, there is dinner to consider, beverage choices, and whether or not to blow off that workout again so you know if you are going to have dessert.
I just re-read all that above and despite a little condom humor, this is a depressing blog. I think maybe Joaquin Phoenix is on to something with his public check-out from society broadcasted on Letterman.
On the other hand, hiding behind a scruffy beard and sunglasses while planning on starting a hip hop band isn’t gonna bring home the tampons.
I don’t have all the answers. I can only learn from the actions I am afraid to take, after I take the fricking action.
So let me know if you need tampons. I’ve got you covered. Heh.