1 note August 29, 2012 Sometimes It Hurts To Be Prepared Doc:Remember that other night when I was having all of those terrible dreams? Doc:There was one that I didn't tell you about, but the subject came up today. Ladyfriend:o: Doc:Maybe you don't want to hear it. Do you feel like going into a bad mood? It involves you and terrible things. Ladyfriend:Tell me anyway >: Doc:I dremt that you and I were talking on the phone while you were walking around somewhere, and that you were suddenly being mugged and raped. I tried to get you to tell me where you were, but you didn't answer. I hung up and called the police, and had to guess where you were based on where you said you were going. Doc:And I was terrified and powerless, and don't remember much else. I'm sure you were feeling a lot worse, but luckily, you were imaginary. Ladyfriend:Hm Ladyfriend:Worried that will happen in real life? >; Doc:Most of me isn't, because most of me is rational. Ladyfriend:Mhmm Doc:What was it, talking about calling someone a weakness being a compliment. Doc:I don't fear any bodily harm or experience, not even death, for myself. Doc:But the thought of things happening to you really chills me. Ladyfriend:Aw Ladyfriend:I'm glad you value me >: Doc:I do :< Doc:And I know that in all probability bad things aren't going to happen to you. Doc:I think I see protection as selfish now. No one fears for their personal wellbeing. Doc:Or at least, not you or I. Doc:Your father getting you a can of mace serves to make him less afraid, at the cost of makeing you more fearful; at the cost of giving you an artifact that will forever remind you of the fictitiously omnipresent terrors of our world. Ladyfriend:>: Ladyfriend:Pepper spray is for nubs Doc:Mhmm. Doc:If I were to make my house volcano proof, it would involve a very large implicit lie about statistics. A life in fear of a volcano is not a happy one. Sometimes it hurts to be prepared. Filed under Fear Rape Philosophy Dreams Life Preparation
