Very Unsettling Dream - Tumblr Posts

Used to be, wasn't scared of dying. Everyone thought I was "brave," but really, I just didn't care. Didn't respect myself enough to care. Still don't, I guess. Acted recklessly, got into fights, got arrested a couple times. I wasn't scared of doing anything, because I didn't care if it killed me. I could do anything. Then I went and made the mistake of falling in love. Didn't change anything at first, but slowly and surely over time, I started becoming more cowardly. I was less comfortable doing things that pointlessly put my life in danger. First thing I remember pussying out of was going swimming in a creek full of gators, something I'd done countless times. Never bothered me before, even had a close call once then kept on swimming, but suddenly, the thought of being attacked frightened me. I didn't want to die, I wanted to live with her. I can't protect her from inside a gator's stomach. And then more and more of the things I used to do so effortlessly became so frightening. No more cliff jumping, no more bar fights, no more heavy drinking. I want to live. How sad. Anyway, happy birthday, son! Your mother and I are very proud of you. I hope you get that victory royale today!