I’m afraid of the world and I don’t want to leave my house because people out there are ferocious lions and wild pigs, ready to tackle and devour anyone they can sink their fangs into, and suck them dry, leaving a dead corpse that they will then pick their teeth with using it’s left over bones as they lie around laughing with pleasure at their latest victim…
Am I insane? Or am I just really in touch with reality?
The world, for the most part, is neutral. For all the evil present there is also goodness. What you choose to see makes up the world you live in. Seek out that which is good and the fear will leave.
One of the questions is, how deep do your sensations of fear go? How powerfully do your sensations of fear paralyze you?
Remember: The sensations of fear are your companions, not your masters.
It is not a question of being sane or being crazy. It is more a matter of how sane are you.
Is the world a dangerous place? Yes there is danger everywhere. Can you stand up to it? Can you tolerate the world as it is? Only your life will answer those questions.
I agree with tentative. There is both good and evil in the world. With courge you can keep finding the good.
More seriously - the sooner you confront this fear the easier it will be to manage. You’ve got two choices - either the world is full of lions and boars in which case you’ve got to try to master them (I’m deadly serious) or the world is pleasant and fun and there’s nothing to worry about. Either of these perspectives will resolve your present fear, or at least provide you with something with which to counter it.
If you sit at home worrying about the world outside it won’t make you feel any better about it. If you get out into the world and prove to yourself that you are strong enough to take almost anything it can throw at you you’ll feel better about it.
Depends… if you are located in a village with a few huts then the best would be a shortgun, preferably a long range one equipted with handgranades. However, if in a big town or city, then what you really would find handy is a MicroUzi JTSG 200 used by top paid Dazaies in Hong Kong’s triads.
The trick in dealing with fears is to deal with them.
When I was younger, I had a fear of heights, so
to conquer that, I took up rock climbing. Once I climb
3 pitches of El Cap in Yosemite, each pitch is about 150 ft, so
there I was about 400 or 450 feet up a sheer rock face.
If you think that my fear wasn’t bad, I couldn’t even
climb a little step stool ladder.
Today I hate flying, I mean hate it. So to deal with it,
I fly at every chance. I also used to hate crossing bridges,
living in the S. F. bay area with all its bridges, I have learned
to overcome that one.
The real key is to decide who is in charge, you or your fear.