So there you have it: Nature is a rotten mess. But that's only the beginning. If you take your eyes off it for one second, it will kill you. Thorns, insects, fungus, worms, birds, reptiles, wild animals, raging rivers, bottomless ravines, dry deserts, snow, quicksand, tumbleweeds, sap, and mud. Rot, poison and death. That's Nature."
"It's a wonder you even step outside of your cabin," I said.
"My bravery exceeds my good sense," he said.
Stichwörter: nature disasters phobia
Haymitch isn't thinking of arenas, but something else. "Johanna's back in the hospital."
I assumed Johanna was fine, had passed her exam, but simply wasn't assigned to a sharp shooters' unit. She's wicked with a throwing axe but about average with a gun. "Is she hurt? What happened?"
"It was while she was on the Block. They try to ferret out a soldier's potential weakness. So they flooded the street, " says Haymitch.
This doesn't help. Johanna can swim. At least, I seem to remember her swimming around some in the Quarter Quell. Not like Finnick, of course, but none of us are like Finnick. "So?"
"That's how they tortured her in the Capitol. Soaked her then used electric shocks," says Haymitch. "In the Block, she had some kind of flashback. Panicked, didn't know where she was. She's back under sedation."
Finnick and I just stand there as if we've lost the ability to respond.
I think of the way Johanna never showers. How she forced herself into the rain like it was acid that day. I had attributed her misery to morphling withdrawal.
"You two should go see her. You're as close to friends as she's got," says Haymitch.
That makes the whole thing worse. I don't really know what's between Johanna and Finnick, but I hardly know her. No family. No friends.Not so much as a token from District 7 to set beside her regulation clothes in her anonymous drawer.
Nothing.
Stichwörter: loss isolation torture mental-illness abuse phobia haymitch phobias fear-of-water johnaa pstd
What should be standing in the shoes of passion, and be walking on the plans of action is sitting in the ink on the papper. Why? Because of the fear to start.
Israelmore AyivorStichwörter: fear panic walking fright initiation afraid standing terror ink starting paper beginning fears start begin sitting phobia stand walk frighten fearful a-step initiate sit write-down-the-dreams
In fiction: we find the predictable boring. In real life: we find the unpredictable terrifying.
Mokokoma MokhonoanaStichwörter: fear reality fiction entertainment unpredictability phobia predictability unpredictability-of-life
A historian is a risk-terrified prophet.
Mokokoma MokhonoanaStichwörter: fear history risk prophet historian phobia
I have the fear of people knowing what I am fearful of.
Mokokoma MokhonoanaThe fear of failure is a liability.
Mokokoma MokhonoanaStichwörter: fear failure phobia fear-of-failure
Plagiarism is the fear of a blank page.
Mokokoma MokhonoanaStichwörter: fear plagiarism phobia
With the earth firmly beneath our feet, we can approach what attracts us, and withdraw from what unnerves us. If there is real danger, we can run. Mobility means security, both physically and emotionally. Flying takes away our most basic way of regulating feelings.
Capt Tom Bunn LCSWStichwörter: fear travel flying phobia aerophobia
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