Living in Fear

[Rev. Rye]

Not quite at the level of "Fear for My Life."

I did live in constant fear during my childhood of making it home from school without suffering violence at the hands of my classmates. There was also fear of being bullied during recess and sometimes even during class. It's long behind me now but it's left a permanent mark. I'm an American who could never be trusted with private gun ownership. Thankfully, I recognize that for myself. Still, my hatred of bullies is such that I'm thankful I've never run one down with my car.

Same thing here. Hell, it took me until I was 25 before I could even trust myself to be behind the wheel of a car without fear of having a flashback behind the wheel or getting enraged enough to go full Minassian. At least now the worst I've done was accidentally pressing the wrong pedal at a crucial moment and totaling my car.