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I consider myself a very secure insecure person. I’m proud of who I am, but I know that my unconventional lifestyle often lends itself to interesting interpretation. Most of us have at least a little physical insecurity, but that’s life. I have quite a bit after fighting snowmobiles and Pakistanis.

But not all of us are emotionally insecure.  I’ve always found that insecurity doesn’t reflect poorly upon those possessing the characteristic, but rather those closest to the person. Something that I recently put together was just how devastating insecurity can be and how imperative it is to let go of safety nets.

If you embark on a new adventure, there’s always the possibility of failure. So, we cling to what’s safe. Maybe I’ll end up friendless, jobless, and miserable, so I’ll make sure that I carry with me a safety net. Just in case I tumble from the tight-rope, there will be something to catch me, something safe.

All’s fine and dandy if your net is a collection of tightly knit fibers. Inanimate objects can be tossed away when no longer needed. But people aren’t inanimate objects. Nuh-uh.

I try and address my insecurities a little bit per day or at least think on them. My insecurities clearly make me a worse person and while they’re difficult to overcome, yah gotta do whatcha gotta do even if it’s not convenient.

Certainly, I’d like to say fuck you to anyone that’s ever refused to deal with an insecurity because it was inconvenient, but instead I’m stuck with a feeling of pity.