Fuck you fear...

That's right. Fuck you. I'm really tired of being manipulated by petty little idiotic things that scare me and last night was the breaking point.

I've been doing improv for about seven months now. I dig it. It has a lot of ups and downs, but basically it has everything I want in a challenging, educational, ass out experience. It's scary as hell. So, recently I've been cast on what one would call a "house team" at Dirty South Improv, which is a good, nay, a great thing. It also scares the piss out of me. I am, in the group, the new kid on the block. I have less experience on stage than all of my fellow players and that makes it even scarier. But nobody loathes an insecure prick more than me, so I've come to a decision. I'm not going to let fear fuck with me anymore. I'm going to fail in the most spectacular ways that I can imagine and take from that what I can. After all, I make my living asking people to take chances and be risky on the dance floor. To "leave it all on the field", if you will. So, who the hell am I if I'm not walking that walk in every aspect of my life? Nobody. And I'm not going to let myself do it anymore.

Screw you reptilian brain. I'm about to flip some neo-cortex on your ass!