Knapp - Scare

Not a massive amount of things truly scare me, besides the obvious death, terrorist attacks and anything released by The Feeling. As odd as it sounds, the idea of upsetting people scares me more than almost any extreme sport or physically dangerous activity. I happily went sky-diving and white-water-rafting when I was in Australia and New Zealand respectively, but put me in a situation where I’d have to get angry with someone or argue face-to-face with anybody, I’m utterly terrified. Even if it’s the easiest argument in the entire history of arguing, I’ll struggle to win. I just concede far too easily even when I know I’m completely right. Does this make me a pussy? A coward with no backbone? I’m not sure, because as I’ve said, I’ll happily do dangerous activities that don’t involve human interaction or conflict. If everyone saw things from my point of view it would be perfect: I’d never have to worry. But people are generally fuckwits, or perhaps I’m a fuckwit. Either way, not everyone is a fuckwit, so conflict is relentlessly inevitable. In the meantime, I’ll just continue to trust I’m not a complete coward by risking my life jumping out of planes and rafting down stupidly rough river rapids. Yeah!