I know that some people talk about it slipping up on you but in all honestly it doesn’t. That slow building feeling that comes over you is apprehension. It makes you nervous and jittery and can rob you of common sense but it doesn’t have the hold that honest unadulterated fear has. You can fight apprehension but when fear takes hold there is no fighting it. It has you and until you have reached the end of your ordeal you are its prisoner. You are left a shaking mass of flesh afterwards and only time will get you through it. No one can hold you tight enough, speak to you in any words, offer you any comfort that will abate the aftermath. Only time passing will bring it to an end or death.
I have known such fear and most people have. Those that haven’t scare me. These are the ones that are the most frightening to me. If you feel no fear then you are dangerous. It is the emotion that lies at the basis of all emotions. You love someone and you see them about to be hurt, you react to it and you react quickly. You have a big event coming up and something sends it sideways you respond accordingly. You fear the possible outcome of the mistake or possible injury to you or a loved one.
So what has me thinking about this? A story. That’s it, a story. Can I tell you more about it? No, not right now. I only know that a story has brought about a sense of apprehension that is boarding on fear and I’m not sure what to do about it. It involves a project I’m working on and I’m not sure how it will play out.