I have a flare for drama like anyone else and I suppose retaliation against me is pretty far fetched but it feels like a possibility and so I'm scared. And as I have used my real picture on here, I had better play it safe and deal strictly in vagueness.
Sometimes I let fear rule. This time I am not. And it's scaring the shit out of me. Which is quickly followed by anger of course. I SHOULD be angry at someone for being such a low life, slime ball, power hungry, control freakishly corrupt individual and putting me in this position, should I not?
I am not nearly as afraid for myself as I am for someone else who has waaaay more to lose than I do. But what IS the price of your dignity and self-respect anyway? The inside of my mouth, which I can't seem to stop gnawing on, is a testament to my level of anxiety. Yet I dare not leave the phone.
Don't worry, this will get old fast and eventually I will leave the house, go on an errand, go for a walk etc. because being ruled by fear and anxiety can be paralyzing and frankly; I like moving too much to sit around and let that happen.
Already I feel my hips swaying and my foot tap tap tapping to Jack Johnson's 'Bubble Toes' that just came on, because it always feels good to be on the verge of doing something you know for a fact God would be proud of you for doing. Nothing like making dad happy.
Live in truth peoples.
It's quite the ride.
"When you move like a jellyfish, rhythm don't mean nothin', you go with the flow.....you don't stop............la da dada da da.....la dada da da da da.....la da dada da da........la dada da da da da.......hmmmmmm.