Fear and anger

So my facet of fear didn’t particularly strike the chord with people, which I found really quite interesting. And so far no one has had a shot at what was supposed to be anger. My thinking as I scribbled those was that while there are moments of extreme fear and anger in our lives, these emotions also live on in our ordinary days in less obvious ways. So I wrote about anger from the thought that a good many people are subliminally angry about something, which surfaces when the thoughts are free to wander, and that often that something is related to the notion that someone or some group or organisation (eg boy/girl, family, church) didn’t give you what you wanted them to give (or what they were called upon to give eg parents who didn’t give basic parental care, spouse who left).

But, enough of all that. Since I have a new scanner that I am yet to make much use of, I thought I would give you some reason to believe that I know what extreme my-life-is-about-to-end fear is. So, here is the photographic evidence of how one of those moments ended. This was my first car, and the accelerator cable jammed full throttle on the open road, and I went a little bit too fast - and I couldn't stop.