TWISTED’S FEARS
I recently got into a discussion with Mark Dennis, our web assistant, about space travel and how the thought of being stuck in a relatively limited space attached to many tons of highly explosive fuel and being projected into an infinite, frigid environment with no oxygen or life to speak of really doesn’t set well with me. Well he has been bugging me ever since to blog about my fear of space travel. So, here it goes:
First off, I am rather claustrophobic. I do not like being in confined places. Let’s put it this way, I wouldn’t plan on excavating any mines or caves anytime soon!
Secondly, I am apparently thanatophobic meaning I am afraid of dying (thanks phobialist.com!). Call me crazy, but there’s just something about dying I am not in a hurry to experience!
And lastly, I suppose I have a touch of astrophobia which is a fear of stars or celestial space. Granted, I am fascinated by the cosmos, but, at the same time, I am terrified of what lies out there. I don’t mean hostile aliens or anything, but rather very realistic threats such as comets, meteors and other celestial phenomena that could obliterate life as we know it on Earth.
So, I am content keeping my twisted ass earthbound leaving things beyond our atmosphere alone and hoping like hell they do the same! Ok, Mark, I hope you’re happy and you had better be the first to leave a comment!
August 26th, 2008 at 9:20 am
Twisted,
It takes a Big Man to express his fears no matter how small to the public. Most people keep their fears bottled up inside and never challenge themselves but not you my friend, you put it out there in the universe.
To help you face your fears, we have taken up a collection here at the station and we have raised enough coin to send you to Space Camp for a month at the Kennedy Space Center with some 12 year olds.
In addition, we are trying to raise 20 million to send you to Russia where your Twisted Ass will actually be hurled into space for 5 days, meteors and all. Watching Star Wars at the theater when you were six will no longer be the best experience of your life. So man up and twist your space helmut on because you can drive around those meteors and the alien women are hot like the sun!
BTW: I traced your family history and you are not related to Neil Armstrong in case you were wondering!