So, yeah, this is the first Pith post I’ve written where strangers have written me to express concern that I might be shot. My friends and the Butcher do sometimes worry. The other day the Butcher wanted to go over where I keep the emails of the people the police should contact if anything should happen to me.
I don’t feel afraid, though. I can’t decide if that’s dumb or if I’m just numb to internet danger after years of trolls. Maybe I can’t recognize real threats anymore because the assholes have thrown off my calibration.
I fear dying.
I fear dying having done only this with my life and feeling like I really have nothing to show for my time here.
I fear being hurt by people who say they love me. Not hurt feelings hurt. I fear what happened before happening again.
I fear that I’ll never experience myself as a successful writer.
I fear disappointing my parents.
But this guy doesn’t really make me fearful. And again, that may be stupid on my part. It does make me wonder.