Overcoming Fear

If you're my mum, well, you're not, (unless you are Mama reading Alin's blog). Back to the point, if you're my mum you will know how I've always complained, whenever we listened to that announcement on donating blood on the radio, that I do want to donate, if they device a not painful way of doing it.

I do. I want to. And I have the blood type that is actually very useful, THE O.

My office yesterday held a blood donation drive. I was aware of the event two days prior, but nahh, at that time, Blenophobia? Check. Yet, at 3pm, yesterday, I somehow thought, how bad could it be? Sure it would be painful, but do I miss doing this for the rest of my life?

So I did. I donated, and it wasn't that bad after all. And I now have a cool looks-like-it-won't-be-permanent scar on the inside of my arm.

In the space of less than a year, I've actually overcome a few phobias of mine. I am afraid of height, but when I visited Langkawi last year I went on the cable car ride and it reallllyyy was scary, with the gondola swaying here and there but hey, I survived! And I am really squeamish with snakes but on the same Langkawi trip I actually had one phyton draped over my shoulder. (Of course I was soon shouting "take it off! take it off!" but it still counts). I actually think I can face height better after this. Though I still will not voluntarily have any unnecessary kind of contact with any snake.

These may seem trivial, but I am actually very proud of myself. That I am able to face my fears that before seem so unconquerable and did it. Conquered it. If I just put my mind to it.

It never takes too long

I am reading in a bit of !horror!, cringing here and there. ETA : It wasn't all that bad. I did learn a lot. Its like, that Sarah Bareilles song? Gravity? Something always brings me back to you? Not that dire, but in a moment of masochistic? suicidal? sadistic? tendency I will always, always go back and read.

Meeeeep. Forgive me, for I was young. And stupid. And emotional. And believed I was in love.

I am hoping, now, that I am older that I know better. ( I hate it, that that person was right all along.)

Vile women are for vile men, and vile men for vile women. Good women are for good men, and good men for good women. (An-Nur: 26)

Good read!