Of Fear Itself

How do you deal with your fears? Or do you? Are you one of the multitudes of persons whose fears do the dealing? Have you ever taken the trouble to get to know the most common and yet, perhaps, the least understood animal emotion? Take a little trip through these pages. You may find that fear isn't quite the enemy imagined. You may find that it's actually a valuable companion that requires proper exercise... not exorcism. Kurt Vonnegut wrote, "We are what we pretend to be". Could it really be that simple? If we pretend to be unafraid, could our fears just melt away? As one of the leading writers of the Victorian era, Mary Ann Evans (more widely known as George Eliot), is often credited with once having said, “It is never too late to be who you might have been.” What will you pretend to be? ISBN: 978-0-9994355-9-5

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Publication Date: Oct 18, 2019
Language: English
ISBN: 9780999435595
Category: Personal Growth
Copyright: All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
Contributors: By (author): Curt Christian

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About Curtis Wray Christian

A chronic underachiever in the early years of high school, Curtis Wray Christian Jr. eventually discovered, for himself, the truth of the theme of a Kurt Vonnegut novel. That theme, presented in Mother Night, tells us that we are what we pretend to be. He had always lacked confidence in himself... and it showed. But in his senior year, he enrolled in a Speech and Drama class. And he began to apply what he was learning for the stage to real life. He was about to begin his greatest role in the longest running play of his life. He pretended to be, and outwardly became, the most self-confident person he had ever known. He pretended to be unafraid of things that actually terrified him... and he no longer trembled. But, deep inside where no one could see, he was a painting by Edvard Munch. The carefully muffled screams were audible only to himself. For good or ill, after years of rewriting, editing and continually running the lines of the script, he had become the character he was pretending to be. Eventually, he no longer had to actively pretend. The charade was running itself. And he could no longer hear the screams within. While he had selected an acceptable social lifestyle with which to surround himself, he often had a tendency to retreat into his books… or immerse himself into his work, the mainframe systems with which he felt more secure and comfortable. Eventually, dealing with numbers for long periods of time would bring on painful migraine headach

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