Lately, it's been important for me to push my boundaries more and more; specifically with regard to things that give me the jibblies. I'm not talking about scary movies and horror comics; I'm talking about social anxieties and the fact that I would cheerfully be a shut-in if I let myself. A long time ago, … Continue reading Pushing Back the Boundaries
If I were to catalog the myriad fears and superstitions that bind me, we would be here the rest of the night and you would be feeling increasingly sorry for me. They range from the mild, but compelling (numbers, silver, threes) to the more provoking, but manageable (don't touch, please don't touch, and now there's … Continue reading 31 Days of Spoooktacular: Do You Fear What I Fear?
I've never been a very confrontational person. I prefer sulking and passive-aggressive snarking to out and out telling someone off. Any attempt to "get up in someone's grill" usually leads to a mild sputtering and a red face on my part. Even just thinking about it makes me want to throw up. It took me a … Continue reading Confronting Confrontation Confrontationally