Second, there is a new person at work who is scared of everything. Everything. The rain. The building. Afraid of falling this winter. EVERYTHING. I am really trying to be patient with her. But fear is a great deal like worrying and why borrow trouble? My mother was a worrier extraordinaire. She drove us crazy with it.
I think fear of falling down might be a tad irrational considering it hasn’t snowed yet. That, to me, is borrowing trouble. I would understand it if a person had fallen and injured themselves on the ice….but this woman is from Venezuela by way of Houston. Both places not known for ice and snow.
Yes, I have a fear of spooky things and scary movies…yes, it is irrational. I know that a chainsaw murderer isn’t very likely to invade my town when group of my friends are camping. However, I am not afraid to walk on the sidewalk two months before snow might fall. I’m not afraid to walk over the sky-bridge because one fell in Kansas City ten years ago. These are the complaints I hear from her office all day. She provides the added bonus of crossing herself each time she talks about something that frightens her. “Madre de Dios”.