Does anyone want a fear?
I'm getting rid of mine.
I named him George. But I do not love him or squeeze him.
If you're wondering what he does, that's pretty much it. He sits there and makes dumb, hopeless faces at me.
It's not a terrible thing to have a fear hanging around, except that this one is very large. I guess it's hard to tell from the picture, so here's some perspective.
As you can see, he is approximately four Godzillas tall. So actually quite enormous. Cumbersome, even.
That's just more fear than I want to deal with. George constantly gets in my way. He keeps me from doing cool things because it's such a bother to lug him around with me. So we tend to do what the fear wants most days. Whoopee, another day of sitting around like a big sad blob.
I've heard that not all fears are as big as George, and that the smaller ones are much more manageable and even useful. Kind of like a wingman.
It seems I've been feeding my fear to excess. He's gotten way too big to be helpful. He's no good to me any more.
So George has to go.
I don't realistically think I can find a new home for him. Why would anyone want a fear this size? Especially if you already have one or more of your own. I wouldn't wish so much fear on anyone.
But you know what? I know this may sound heartless, but it's not my problem. George can take care of himself. Fears are surprisingly hardy. They thrive in adverse circumstances. If you've ever tried to control a fear, you know how strong they can be.
They'll crush you if you let them.
So long, George. You've overstayed your welcome. I'm moving, and I'm not giving you my new address.
I'm looking forward to living fearlessly for once.