Irrational Fears: Introduction
Let me start this by laying some groundwork. I worry. A lot.
And don’t get me wrong, I realize how incredibly lucky I am … I’m able to do what I love, I have nice guitars, I have a stable job, a loving family, and an amazingly supportive wife that doesn’t seem to mind having me around all the time.
If it wasn’t for her, I think many nights I’d be lying awake with eyes wide open staring at the ceiling until day breaks. There is no real rhyme or reason to my worries, and it’s hard for me to point at any certain patterns. What I can tell you is that most of the things I worry about are ridiculous, and pointless.
I imagine David Attenboroug would explain my worry as a relic of the early evolution fight-or-flight response. After all, there was a lot to worry about at the dawn of mankind. It’s hard to enjoy a meal when a pack of lions are always around the corner waiting. And sleeping, don’t get me started - I had enough trouble sleeping when I found a cockroach in one of my old apartments. I think I slept with the lights on for a week, and when I did fall asleep it was fully clothed with a frying pan in hand. But I digress…
In an effort to change my thinking on this matter, I thought it may be a good idea to commit some of my most irrational fears to written form. Worry can be all-consuming, and addictive in a way. I’m hoping the act of thinking through these rather foolish fears and expressing them will help to peel back the layers of my anxiety and figure out what’s really behind it all. Other than the obvious. (It’s a freaking crazy world out there!)
First up: Airplane Mode.