Review: Cowardice
I’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.
posted by Eskimo @ 12:14 pm
5 Comments:
I'm glad I'm not the only one who is sometimes too cowardly to read comments on my blog, or emails or text messages which may or may not have something I can't handle in them on that particular day. I usually find, though, that when I eventually screw up my courage and peer at them out of the corner of one eye, they are benign, whereas I get a horrible shock by nasty messages that I am expecting to be innocuous. Glad to see you back though.
It's good to have you back.
As an individual, a bit of cowardice in wartime is probably a rather good thing. Hence all the effort to create a social stigma against it.
As an experienced coward, I feel that the mark should be somewhat higher. I was going to make some kind of joke about being too scared to tell you. But then I would have had to have killed myself.
Cowards are just sensible heroes.
Your friend ought desist from the violation of trenches.
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