Review: CowardiceI’m too scared to read the comments on my last, antique post, from several decades ago.
I am also scared of spiders, the fucking horrible malicious eight-legged bastards. If some spiders had put nasty comments on my blog, that would be the worst thing.*
I was talking about one night stands with my friend, who writes operas. “Why would you dig a trench in the same place twice?” he asked, rhetorically. “Because you wanted a deeper, more profound trench,” I suggested. He explained that there's no time for that kind of behaviour because there's a war on.
*It would appear in the top five Worst Things (Trivial) and possibly even in the top twenty Worst Things (Actual).
Cowardice: Fine, I think, as long as there’s not a war on. 4 out of 10.