Fear

Last night Lexie had a friend over and they watched a scary movie together. Some people (myself included) like to be scared. Sometimes I think I like riding my motorbike because there is a slight tinge of fear that goes with it. People call that excitement. Logan doesn't care for scary movies and usually avoids riding his bicycle. I don't think he's chicken, he just doesn't get into the excitement as much. There is other kinds of fear though. Like the reason we lock up our homes, carry a pistola, or use good passwords on our computer. That's just common sense for most people. I am not the type of guy who is afraid of things personally. My fears are not ones in which I worry about myself or my own safety. I worry more about the happiness and well being of Kat, and the kids. Maybe someday I will change and be like the old lady who doesn't answer her door; who blames losing her cigarettes or her missing cat on the neighbor kids.


I hope I never become that person. She is too wrapped up in herself to realize that those neighbor kids don't even hardly know she exists. Since my fears and worries center on other things and concern for my family I don't think I will. Not unless I was to make a mistake like tell 'em to all "hit the road jack, don't ya come back no more...". I have no fear of that though. I was raised that family is family. You don't get to pick and choose them. They are yours forever-sometimes a joy, sometimes a burden. (If you are decent, it more a joy than a burden!). You don't toss away your kids like trash because they made you mad or upset. That's a rule. I know they might cause pain or heartache sometimes, but we are made (if made correctly) to bear it. You understand that people are human and you make mistakes. I say "you" instead of "they" because if this ever comes up, if I ever upset or anger any of my family, I'll look first at myself. Unless I'm that old lady. Then I'll just look for my cat.