Stupidity

is not cured by advancing years. If anything, it's amplified. Sometimes I wonder if it's contagious. But then I realise, it's just me... the classic should've known better syndrome. Advancing years just lend a creative bent that was missing when you didn't know better. This time around, the embellishments are more elaborate and ornate. Because, this time around, there is more to hide. But the stupidity is just a veil, and the discomfort afforded by peeling it off, fades into insignificance as you look at yourself. Really look at yourself. Dragging the reluctant thoughts lurking in your subconscious out into the open. Confronting them. Unsure in your interpretation, but instinctively knowing you're right. It's always fear that holds you back. Only fear. Little ones, large ones, gargantuan ones. Only ever fear. And all we ever have to fear, is fear itself. I think I've completely mixed my metaphors... that's what happens with stream of consciousness ...telling. It's not that I didn't know.... I just chose to ignore it for the ride. Or am I choosing my rides because I know they're set up to fail?